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The Friday Article Roundup

Ride Along with The FAR

Gas, grass, or some of this week's best pop culture writing.

Hop in! And scoot over to make room for:

  • a Departed Auteur
  • some Indie Rockers
  • a Bad Book Industry
  • The Overlooked!

Thanks to Not David Lynch, Dave Sutton, and Bridgett for providing fuel this week. Send articles throughout the next week to ploughmanplods [at] gmail , post articles from the past week below for discussion, and Have a Happy Friday!


For the LA Times, Laura Dern remembers David Lynch:

I had been raised by actors, bearing witness to collaborations that I watched my parents find. It was in those friendships, with a language understood only by them and their maestros, that had me fall in love with acting as a dream profession. When I met you, I knew I had found mine. I just never imagined when I was a teenager that I would be so blessed to spend all these years shapeshifting and growing, directed by your guidance on the life ride of art. You gave me an opportunity to explore every aspect of the female psyche, to play out archetypes and then shatter any former understanding of them. You pushed me toward fearlessness. You brought me to haunted spaces of terror, also holy ones, and you even helped me find the hilarious in tragedy. You made me believe in all that is good in our country and fear all that lies beneath.

Speaking of Lynch, Scott Tobias revisits Lynch’s career outlier (or is it?) The Straight Story for The Reveal:

The Straight Storyย is the polar opposite of an action movie. Yet Lynchโ€™s ability to turn the pace to his advantage leads to perhaps the single best shot in the movie, where the camera starts at road level, with the mowerโ€™s front tire rolling over the yellow lines (a favorite Lynch trope), then panning all the way up to the sky and back down again, only to reveal just how short a distance Alvin has gone. Youโ€™ve heard ofย termite art. This is tortoise art.ย 

Erick Bradshaw considers the life and times of indie rockers Railroad Jerk at Bandcamp:

In 1995, Beavis and Butt-Head was the channelโ€™s most popular show. One of its side effects was getting new eyes and ears on videos that MTV wouldnโ€™t slot in regular rotation even if it got some air time on the weekly โ€œalternativeโ€ program 120 Minutes. As the metalheads watch Railroad Jerkโ€™s โ€œRollerkoasterโ€ video, they poke fun at the bandโ€™s vintage coats while comparing [guitarist Marcellus] Hall to Conan Oโ€™Brien. Much like a current TikTok clip, two minutes of screentime on Beavis and Butt-Head trumps even heavy college radio airplay. For his part, Lee was stoked that โ€œwe didnโ€™t get beat up by them, which was good.โ€

Jessa Crispin opines on the wider problems of the book industry in the wake of the Gaiman accusations:

Even taking into consideration their years of exploitation and abuse, Neil Gaiman and Amanda Palmer remain models of artistic success in the 21st century. Gaiman created an extremely sellable brand โ€” affable, โ€œoh goodness,โ€ harmless Britishness wrapped up in a โ€œI have read a lot of booksโ€ kind of storytelling โ€” and the publishing industry used that not only to sell a lot of his books but that of his friends as well. Amanda Palmer has crowdsourced her way into a perfect little Patreon pyramid scheme, where all money flows to her and she gives back vibes and requests for domestic labor. This is the ideal artistic arrangement these days, where stars receive 95% of Patreon/Substack/other crowdsourced forms of income and everyone else competes for scraps. Both are reliant on a dedicated, servile audience, willing to turn over their time and bodies and cash to get a piece of that bohemian existence that only millionaires can manage these days. Itโ€™s the bohemianism not of Weimar, which Palmer constantly references, but the bohemianism of contemporary Burning Man, full of tech billionaires wearing the worst outfits youโ€™ve ever seen in your life.

At The Nation, Ethan Iverson examines an overlooked jazz scene and the forgotten bar that powered it:

Perhaps because of its lower visibility in the historical record, this style of 20th-century music has never really been given a name. โ€œModal jazz,โ€ which means working with a scale or sequence of scales as opposed to conventional cycles of chords, is a contender, although thereโ€™s a lot more going on than that. …Whatever you call it, something was happening. Those fortunate enough to have been at Slugsโ€™ still speak of it as hallowed ground. One such listener was the trumpeter and composer Steve Lampert, who was just a kid when he started going there in 1967. โ€œIt was absolutely explosive,โ€ he says of a band he saw there led by [pianist McCoy] Tyner. โ€œWaves of energyโ€”it raised you out of your chair and did something healing to your heart.โ€

At RogerEbert.com, Robert Daniels writes an earnest plea for keeping movies alive by watching and reviewing the ones that don’t necessarily get all the attention:

Now, to be fair, there are systemic barriers that restrict critics from watching more off-the-beaten path works, especially from relative unknowns, up-and-comers, and underrepresented voices. Budgets at outlets have been slashed and burned. Places that once prided themselves on covering everything now need to wield their resources to take a bigger bite out of tentpole releases. It feels like outlets are shuttering every day. Sometimes it feels like the job is less about discovering and more about surviving. But if weโ€™re not doing the former, then what environment are we surviving for?