Spitz Mix

I have expanded my mind, dissolved my ego, and still refuse to engage with curds.

If Dolly looked like this and still felt threatened, Jolene must have been a government experiment.

Pet Sounds was a very different album in the early drafts.

No surprises... except possibly the sombrero.

Really excited to announce my new book series, Where’s Dylan?, where the answer, my friend, is crouching behind the shed.

Clive Davis, who died today, spent decades shaping the sound of pop music. He also had some surprisingly practical thoughts about how to keep the robots from taking over the music industry. Read more in my latest SpitzMix.

This is the face you make when you’ve waited ten years to hear “Desolation Row” and possibly settle a blood debt.

It's Father's Day. Don't hardsh Dad's buzz.

For Father’s Day, I wrote about the strange, beautiful insult of getting exactly what you wanted as a parent. I spent years hoping my kid would love loud, weird music. Now he’s in a band, playing DIY shows, and gently explaining that I am not invited.