Joel Oliphint

Good stuff in here. I wrote about Yo La Tengo and Kurt Vile.

Has the vinyl resurgence reached its peak? Joel Oliphint finds out in our latest feature story, “Wax and Wane”.

My new #longread

Some thoughts on why we won't be playing Fashion Meets Music Festival in Columbus


Long ago, when the earth was big and new, people sailed the oceans in large ships. In those days, most sailors could not read.

They mounted elaborately carved, over-sized figures right on the front of the ship. Dragons, eagles, horses with bulging eyes, that kind of thing.

These creatures didn’t…

You Gotta Heal: Strand of Oaks Faces Down His Demons

I spent some time with Strand of Oaks in Philly recently. Here’s the resulting profile.

The Ubiquity of Upworthy, or, You’re Better Than This, Print, or, Your Highest Calling as a Journalist is not to Make People Cry.

"I Killed A Man": What Happens When A Homicide Confession Goes Viral

After about six months of reporting and writing, here’s my #longread about Matthew Cordle’s “I killed a man” video and what happens when contrition goes viral. Some weekend reading, perhaps?

The Interpreters

A couple recent reviews

Damien Jurado’s Brothers and Sisters of the Eternal Son

D. Charles Speer and the Helix’s Doubled Exposure

My Year in Music: Joel Oliphint

Top ten albums & tracks, musical highlights, etc. from 2013.

Tompkins Square is releasing a new 4-CD comp on Dec. 10 called “I Heard the Angels Singing: Electrifying Black Gospel from the Nashboro Label, 1951-1983.” This track is by a group called the Brooklyn All-Stars, recorded around 1970, and it’s devastatingly good.

I love the tinny, down-stroked electric guitar thwacks. I love the backup singers. But mostly I love the existential weight of the lyrics juxtaposed with an unheralded soul singer blessed with a range and tone that rivals Sam Cooke. The guy is shaking his fist at God for taking his parents while also admitting he can’t do anything about it: “You took my father; you came back and got my mother… And all I could do was just stand there on the banks of Jordan, tears in my eyes.” The guy is so distraught he wishes the Almighty would just go on and take him, too: “Listen Lord, I’ve got my ticket; please Jesus, don’t leave me down here.”

Forget the emo revival. This is some real emotion. Give it a listen and see if you don’t hear/feel/see those ships go sailing by.