A Place to Bury Strangers reviews: a show in San Francisco, the album RePinned
A Place to Bury Strangers are on the road again. A Place to Bury Strangers & Kraus at Starline Social Club, Tuesday, October 9, 2018 is a review of a recent show in San Francisco.
Bringing their trademark disorienting and immersive live experience to the bay, APTBS dished out a multitude of tracks, including many from their latest album, ‘Pinned’.
The band has also recently released the album “Re-Pinned” a remix of many of the tunes on Pinned. Andy Frisk wrote a review of the album in the piece  A Place To Bury Strangers Gets Remixed on Re-Pinned in his blog Shutter 16.
Tagged a place to bury strangers, album, aptbs, reviewRarely does a great album, or artist, get to be the object of such great re-mixes. APTBS and Pinned are one of those lucky artists and albums.




alk in the front yard. The light was very complimentary to some lavender bee balm that was just starting to bloom so I tried to get as close as I could. After the first shot I discovered there was in insect in the flower. I took a few more shots and after looking at them I selected this one because of the length and position of the antennae. I did have to crop the image closely to get this look, but the Pixel 2 has a great lens so we can see great detail of the flower and the insect.








About dying – when the river stops
I recently read I Curse the River of Time by Per Petterson. AN introspective story of son and Mother. The title comes form a quote of Chairman Mao. Time does not stand still, things change. Petterson makes an excellent observation about dying, when the river stops.
“.. but when it came to dying, I was scared. Not of being dead, that I could not comprehend, to be nothing was impossible to grasp and therefore nothing really to be scared of, but the dying itself I could comprehend, the very instant where you know that now comes what you have always feared, and you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember. Then that must feel like someone’s strong hands slowly tightening their grip around your neck until you can breathe no more, and not at all as when a door is slowly pushed open and bright light comes streaming out from inside and a woman or a man you had always known and liked, maybe always loved, leans out and gently takes your hand and leads you to a place of rest, so mild and so fine, from eternity to eternity.”
Who says the Hungarians are the ones who are always obsessing over depressing situations? 🙂
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