WHO, UH… WHAT… UH, WHY?
- My name is Connor Crone, and I’m a musician and writer from Canada.
- It turns out you can’t use essays about Cats in your grad seminars, so they have to go somewhere else.
- Because no one can stop me.
IS THIS ALL YOU DO?
Sometimes I am also a line cook or a bicycle courier or I clean hotel rooms or am a grad student.
You can find some of my music here, but it’s sort of loud.
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WHAT’S ON HERE?
I’ve written about films, I’ve written about mental health, and I’ll probably write about other stuff if none of you are brave enough to stop me.
YOU SAID YOU’RE A MUSICIAN, WHY DON’T YOU WRITE ABOUT MUSIC?
Writing about music is extremely challenging, because all the really cool effective parts of it are, uh sort of, uh… beyond language? At least, the aspects of music that are, to me, truly compelling. It’s a sort of black-hole-adjacent phenomenon. All the language we have for form and timbre and genre is just an accretion disk around the thing-in-itself, and I’m generally comfortable with that boundary. The part of my brain that wants to write jokes about nerve gas and the part that wants to turn an amp up so loud that it blinds dogs have never met. There are people who are excellent at this, but I don’t count myself among them. It’s likely you’ll see me attempt some of it here, but don’t hold your breath.
ISN’T THIS SORT OF RIDICULOUS?
Look, come on, we’re all gonna die.
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