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I’m Zackary Zarrillo, and I’m a music blogger, artist manager, record label owner + employee, and podcaster in Philadelphia, PA and New York City, NY.

listen & forgive

The only difference is you listen and forgive
Just take it all in and I’ll take it all back
You only need to see fireworks once a year
Just take it all in and I’ll take it all back

Off The Record: Death To TBA Shows

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Off The Record, a podcast hosted by Jesse Cannon and Zack Zarrillo, is back this week with a new episode titled Death To TBA Shows.

Jesse and Zack talk about how bands create relationships, a desire to end TBA tours, album cycles + records deals, and what bands (good or bad) that got us into music

Please take a listen if you’re interested and make sure to check out the Off The Record website for show notes on the episode and for more information on how to keep up to date with us. Listen to the sixteenth episode below! 

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The ending segment of this is one of my favorites. 

But me?

Well of course I liked you

Welcome, Relay FM

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Relay FM is a new podcast network from Myke Hurley and Stephen Hackett. Launch day shows include Analog(ue), Connected, Inquisitive, The Pen Addict, and Virtual. Be sure to check out some of the shows if you have interest in tech, gaming, and in-depth conversations. 

Podcasts are sick.

Don’t waste your time on meYou’re already the voice inside my head

Don’t waste your time on me
You’re already the voice inside my head

Why The Way We Listen to Music Matters (An Elegy For Ruby Red)

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by Erik van Rheenen, edited by Jesse Richman

This is a story about a boy and his headphones, and it opens in the grey days of autumn, two years ago.

When I stepped out of the bleak, wind-whipped Upstate New York fall and into the fluorescent lights of the Syracuse University bookstore, I had only two things on my mind: the long train ride home to Erie, and the new headphones that would keep me sane on the trip. The over-ears around my collar — a cheap pair of sleek blue Skullcandy ones — were terminally afflicted with intermittent crackling and less-than-admirable sound quality. My knowledge of headphones was casual at best. I didn’t care if the low end bottomed out. I didn’t pay enough attention to notice if the headphones lost the bass and highs in the shuffle. As long as they sounded all right and felt good, I was sold.

Twenty minutes later, I plunked a thirty-dollar pair of bulky red headphones on the counter for the cute blonde co-ed, earning her work-study cash the hard way, to ring up. I figured they’d make a suitable replacement for the nearly-busted pair hanging loosely around my neck. I trekked back up to my dorm, adjusted the new pair (the brand, Ear Pollution, proved nearly unresearchable for this writer) comfortably over my ears, and listened to Keasbey Nights in proper, my feet dangling off my bed as I laid on my chest with the liner notes. I didn’t think I’d one day be writing parting remarks for headphones that were less a music delivery vehicle and more a wiry extension of myself. I didn’t think they’d have a story worth telling.

A snapshot of two whirlwind years, in the frame of a still life: those headphones rattling against the window of the Erie-bound Amtrak as I listened to Streetlight Manifesto and fought sleep. Those headphones sinking into the cheap pillow of an early morning flight heading for a weekend jaunt in Philadelphia. Those headphones rekindling my love for The Mountain Goats’ Tallahassee on a day-breaking, rollicking Greyhound bus to Cleveland, and for The Sunset Tree during a red-eye flight to Spain. Those headphones helping me survive sickness in a cramped train to Seville, and again on a bus back from Ronda, where I learned that the aching American sadness that bleeds from On the Impossible Past was just as longing and nostalgia-inducing against the backdrop of the Spanish countryside.

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really cool piece by erik.