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Top 30 of 2008

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I make it a habit at the end of every year to chat in this space about my favorite releases. I find if I start in early December, it goes a long way as far as making me appreciate releases I may have missed or second guessed earlier in the year. This year I’ll be using to seek out and post cuts from 30 great albums from 2008.

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I’ll come back at the end with a formal summary, a few thoughts on the top 10, and a list of the top 10 bits I missed in 2007.


Written by Adam N. Copeland

December 9, 2008 - 12:48 pm at 12:48 pm

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A quick word on John Singer Sargent

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John Singer Sargent may not have had the most accurate brush strokes and definitely was not the most consistent portrait artist ever. Yet, at his best he captured his subjects in an almost magical way: flushed cheeks, fluid lines, perfectly asymmetrical expressions. I find it hard to imagine that these people are not still breathing.

Lady Agnew

“Lady Agnew of Lochnaw” 1892-93

Written by Adam N. Copeland

March 31, 2008 - 3:00 pm at 3:00 pm

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The Enormity

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Nothing like a trip to The Met to reassure you of the enormity of art history.

Was disappointed to find that the American section is closed for renovations. They moved a good portion of it to the 19-20th Century section, including a pile of Singer Sargents (which I almost uniformly enjoy). Yet, a trip through the Modern section is showing a growing shift towards second-half 20th C stuff I couldn’t care less for (Rothko, Warhol, large canvassed exercises in Color Theory), in lieu of WWI-II shit like Ernst and Dali. I mean, fuck, what is more engrossing to you?



Max Ernst L’Ange du foyer ou Le Triomphe du surr√©alisme. 1937.

Or this?


Mark Rothko No. 13 (White, Red, on Yellow), 1958

Furthermore, I think Damien Hirst is a fucking hack.

Written by Adam N. Copeland

March 31, 2008 - 2:22 pm at 2:22 pm

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Close Range

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My dreams are filled with fireballs and death. So I started reading a little before bed again to try to fend that off.

I’m about halfway through Close Range:Wyoming Stories right now. It is a very dark book, a collection of short stories pungent with the stench of filth, blood, and semen. The most suprising part to me was how different each story feels despite all taking place in one state. More on this after I finish.

Written by Adam N. Copeland

March 8, 2006 - 11:30 am at 11:30 am

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