Tag Archives: ’00s

Scranton, R.F.D.

Look, I’ll be watch­ing every new episode of The Office this sea­son. I’ll prob­a­bly act kind of reluc­tant and sur­prised, after­wards, when I invari­ably say, “Yeah, it was pretty good!” That opin­ion will be slightly more pre­dictable and slightly less reli­able than Thefoodreviewer’s take on “Pizza Rolls.” I’ll end up buy­ing the sea­son on DVD.

Cymbals Eat Guitars — Why There Are Mountains

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of Nit­suh Abebe’s lat­est col­umn for Pitch­fork, “How to Be a Vam­pire.” In it, he turns the nos­tal­gia talk­ing point on its head, and rem­i­nisces over his approach to music in ado­les­cence, “lis­ten­ing like a vam­pire, lis­ten­ing because I desired to suck some­thing out of the music for

The Office: Andy’s Play

Early in the series, The Office had a slow small­ness to it unlike any­thing on tele­vi­sion. It was will­ing to linger where other shows would skip ahead, which allowed the audi­ence to prac­ti­cally par­tic­i­pate in the ten­sion. The slow small­ness gave dimen­sions to char­ac­ters who could’ve eas­ily been one-dimensional. Of course, there were sto­ries, too:

The Office: Goodbye, Michael

Three moments struck me as par­tic­u­larly poignant and of one accord in “Good­bye, Michael,” Steve Carell’s final episode as the star of The Office. Each (like much of the rest of the episode) put a nice shine on the strangely beau­ti­ful devel­op­ment that we’ve wit­nessed over the past seven sea­sons, both in the Michael char­ac­ter

top 25 albums of the aughts

As men­tioned, I spent the bulk of last year going through the ‘00s, year by year, sort­ing out my favorite albums of the decade. This was no small task, as the decade in ques­tion was a big one. Never before had so much music been so acces­si­ble — to any­one, really — and so eas­ily

baptism & making lists

I pushed “Pub­lish” and the second-guessing began. I feel this dread­ful sense of regret every year when I put my top ten list out there, an angsty anx­i­ety, an inse­cu­rity, as if it mat­tered. I react as if it mat­ters because I guess I believe it does, in a way. I did say that a

Kid A & Spirit They’re Gone, Spirit They’ve Vanished

The final month of 2009 was a cel­e­bra­tion for music snobs, enthu­si­asts, and espe­cially media out­lets, as they com­piled and pub­lished two lists, “of the Year” and “of the Decade.” At least in the cir­cles that I tend to observe, the cel­e­bra­tion seemed like a party with two guests of honor: Ani­mal Col­lec­tive and Radio­head.