Living in Palisades, that benevolent Siberia, I have to take the bus to get anywhere. So when they closed down Metro’s above-ground services at 1 p.m. Saturday I found myself even more isolated than usual. Two friends and I had plans to make camp at their place in East Capitol and get ourselves snowed into [...]

Listening Booth: A Sometime Series

I referenced one of the saddest bands in the world—Hood—yesterday. It got me thinking about the band's wintry sounds, its bleak album cover designs, and the fact that I found one of its old EPs—Home Is Where It Hurts—buried in my old cube before we moved. Despite its sad sounds, the [...]