By: Damon Krukowski

“One stood very still, and made strangling sounds with his guitar.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The horn on the Victrola looked inviting, so I jumped inside.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“There is no end to the ringing.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“This song is sung at top volume.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“The guitar grew heavy, heavier each day.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I sang directly into a tape recorder.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Our parents loved your music, but now they are dead.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“I am mute, ignored, covered in dust.”

By: Damon Krukowski

“Never, no matter how easy your instrument, begin to sing.”

By: Lucy Sante

Tearing up time signatures.

By: Dan Fox

Thomas Dolby’s EUROPA & THE PIRATE TWINS. Unrequited love — or Brexit?

By: Erik Davis

Tuxedomoon’s “Time to Lose”: a haunting layered confection of longing and regret.

By: Drew Daniel

The Human League’s “Marianne”: the emotional stakes keep changing.

By: Jessamyn West

Blondie’s “Hanging On the Telephone” — fuck this intermediated bullshit!

By: David Smay

The B-52s’ “Dance This Mess Around” — a cargo cult for Bubblegum music.