First of all, thanks for stopping by my website. You clearly have some sort of interest in me, whether that’s professional or personal, and I appreciate it regardless the reasoning. I must inform you that I’ve moved my primary online portfolio to Tumblr, simply due to it being a much more efficient and effective platform for journalists. Find my main page at http://ericsundy.tumblr.com. If you’re interested in clips, go here. Or, if you want to see my resume, head over to LinkedIn.
Thanks, and I’ll see you over in the world of cat photos, gifs, and good writing, I guess.
Oh, hey! I got a job! I now work for the Village Voice as an Arts Editorial Assistant. I wrote my first story this past week about a Brooklyn-based band named Leda, featuring Amy Klein formerly of Titus Andronicus. Check it out here. I’ve also done a variety of blogging, including a beer column called Beer UP and an interview with one of my favorite bands, The Walkmen. Keep track of all of my writing for the Voice at my author page. xoxo
I typically just use this as a space to promote myself (me me me me me), but this morning I’d rather take a moment to remember Adrienne Rich, a writer who influenced me greatly and who died last night at the age of 82. I never met her, nor did I even know her work until I went to college, but there’s a good chance that if you saw me anywhere on the University of Iowa campus during my time there, Diving into the Wreck was probably tucked away in my bag, used sporadically as a bible to show me how to write when I felt like I forgot how. Below is one of my favorite poems of hers, and one that strangely also works as a tribute. Thank you, Adrienne Rich.
After Twenty Years (1971)
Two women sit at a table by a window. Light breaks
unevenly on both of them.
Their talk is striking of sparks
which passers-by in the street observe
as a glitter in the glass of that window.
Two women in the prime of life.
Their babies are old enough to have babies.
Loneliness has been part of their story for twenty years,
the dark edge of the clever tongue,
the obscure underside of the imagination.
It is snow and thunder in the street.
While they speak the lightning flashes purple.
It is strange to be so many women,
eating and drinking at the same table,
those who bathed their children in the same basin
who kept their secrets from each other
walked the floors of their lives in separate rooms
and flow into history now as the woman of their time
living in the prime of life
as in a city where nothing is forbidden
and nothing permanent.
I interviewed the Men for Prefix Magazine. They said they aren’t the saviors of punk, even though they are.
One of my favorite bands of late, The Men, are simply awesome. I already wrote about their new record Open Your Heart for KCRW. Now I had the pleasure of chatting with them on the phone for Prefix Magazine. Check it out here!
It’s an interesting thing when you read something about your band or your record and they’re like, “They’re trying to do this or trying to do that,” and in a way, it’s like “Fuck you, that’s not what we’re trying to do at all.” Just listen to the music and enjoy it, rather than try to lump it into a category or make some movement or something so people will read your article or whatever it is about it.
I interviewed Tanlines about ‘Mixed Emotions’ for Vulture; I wrote about the Men’s ‘Open Your Heart’ for KCRW+Prefix; And I talked about Bradford Cox and artists’ meltdowns, probably like a jerk, on the Aim to Misbehave Podcast.
Romana Gonzalez, the 28-year-old artist better known as Nite Jewel, releases her second full-length album, One Second of Love, today. It’s a record that explores how our culture values (or, rather, fails to value) human relationships, and she created it through a bunch of synth and musical experiments in a San Francisco studio. She spoke with Vulture about humanizing electronic music, how women in music can use their sexuality to their advantage, and working on her own image.
Check it out here!