rum•gold has a sparse internet presence, but he packs power into his three available songs. “Where There’s Smoke” is the clear hit, thanks to its dark poetry and big, cathartic chorus. Reviewing infidelity in the language a fairytale wizard might use, he sings, “The woods the woods the woods, it’s coming from the woods / That’s the smell of burning love / The town the town the town, you can hear it from the town / That’s the sound of broken hearts.” The fat chords underneath the Moses-Sumney-style falsetto are lush and eerie, hooking themselves into you and always lying *just* unresolved. But that means you just keep going back for more in the form of the repeat button. Which might be a pretty devastating metaphor, actually.
Lastly, this seems like a situation where some of you might be friends with rum•gold, as often happens when we talk about emerging New York artists. If that’s the case, say so. And everyone else, look out for the EP that he is reportedly dropping this month.
Been doing my food reading and the latest dispatch from the restaurant world is the full dead bird (that is, they’re in). Think, ducks with their heads and feet on, wings served with feathers (sanitary issue?) and egg cups made of webbed feet. No food critic has thus far offered an explanation, but let’s venture a guess that it’s about bringing us face-to-face with our meat consumption. Or our fowl consumption, specifically. Foul? Yeah, that’s it.
The king’s disease is back in style! On thing that hasn’t changed is it’s still a rich-people thing, incurred by eating too many rich foods. Paul Manafort* has it, for example. But is it just the far-right aristocracy? Aren’t the rest of us eating salads? Well, no– not since the keto diet took hold. That’s right, friends, the new-age Atkins where you eat mostly fat is a little shaky on the health front. So here’s the question: do you think the aristocrats of old were like, “Ever since I started this daily-fois-gras diet I have so much ENERGY!” Or did they keep quiet because they already felt superior?
*Look at Manafort’s Wikipedia page— the first sentence is amaaaaazing.
Here’s a real nice serving platter from the ceramicist they use at Eleven Madison Park, in case you want to experiment with your whole-bird butchery at home. (Or with literally anything else. Up to you.)
