Burn After Listening with Nick Rynerson

I'm chained up in a dark cave. Something about this doesn't seem right.

This is a celebration of true wellbeing. It's madness.

Don't punish people for dreaming their dreams.

In five years, it'll be 2025. What the fuck.

Choose your destiny: dragon, beast, mice, or honey? Don't think too hard. It's not that simple.

Wake up, it's Christmas morning!

Here we are now. Entertain us.

What makes you cry?

"Confucius and you are both dreams, and I who say you are a dream am a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a wise man may explain it; that tomorrow will not be for ten thousand generations." - Zhuang Zhou

It's not escapism, it's ego death.

God is love is God.

Holy, like that Bible verse you heard that one time.

Is any of this what you thought it'd be?

It won't hurt as much as it may heal.

If you know who the I don't see a way out but follow me to believe in something again because she's don't gonna lead someone. Who says no anyway? I know I do.

They'll kill you, but will you fight? In Memoriam Justin Townes Earle sung songs that I’ve known since before I was even born. Songs that were as much a part of me as my own hand. "Harlem River Blues" and "Down on the Lower East Side" are a part of my permanent memory of New York City. "They Killed John Henry" feels at home on the prairies of Illinois. His music shaped me. I came of age to Justin Townes Earle. And I will forever be in debt to his music.  He didn’t make it out of this life alive. I wish he did. But maybe he’ll be John Henry for another generation of Americans trying to navigate even more novelty and progress. A lone singer who stood in front of the bulldozers. Who preserved the old time style. And who paid the price for it.

Take shelter from America by coming to America.

I'll fucking shoot you if you don't give me that damn hat.

You're high on cocaine. You're driving the train. What's that ahead? If you wanna live, you'd better b—

Ghosts. Myths. Legends. Welcome.