On “the journey to the center of nothing,” the closer of Field Medic’s eighth studio album, surrender instead, Kevin Patrick Sullivan starts singing about me. Not literally me—but when he gets to the line about “some journalist in Flatbush/Who’ll write the headline that’ll give you the push,” my instinct is to respond that the coffee shop where I’m drafting this review is technically in Crown Heights and that this probably isn’t the one he’s been waiting for. PF
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.