The World Today? Pure Comedy.

Father John Misty’s Pure Comedy could end up being the most vital piece of art this year. What would that entail?



I walked to Dupont Circle on January 20th. The air was weird in the city – there wasn’t much traffic on my walk, vehicular or pedestrian. The calendar said Friday, but the atmosphere was more like the one that settles in a room when someone tells a joke in a crowded room and stillness fills the space where there should’ve been laughter. Everything smelled like weed. Continue reading “The World Today? Pure Comedy.”