Christian Molenaar

Author: cdmolenaar

  • Territory Games

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    I had the distinct honor of playing guitar for Territory Games, the self-titled debut of Nathan Hubbard’s new cross-border quintet, out today from Castor&Pollux. Read more

  • Hotfoot @ Vernacular New Music 11/18/25

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    Back in June, Nathan Hubbard assembled Dan Clucas and myself to record nine tracks of obnoxious avant-jazz a la Naked City or Universal Congress Of. You’ll hear that album eventually, but if you had made it out to Sun Space in north LA last night you could have heard it all twice. Read more

  • Sandpiper Ensemble @ Panama 66 11/16/25

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    This was the gig Max had actually asked me to play before September’s mission materialized, so this gig’s been on the calendar at least since… August? You’d think given the amount of time I’d be supererogatorily prepared. You’d think that! Read more

  • The Scavenger Hunt

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    William T. Vollmann, The Rainbow Stories Read more

  • 11/11/25

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    Autumn of 1925 saw my existence in decline. Then I killed some guys and it was downhill in a wagon with no brakes from there. Read more

  • Void of Horn

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    …and not to steal my own thunder, but my piece “Void of Horn” for flute, concertina and organ is available on the excellent new compilation Antihistamine 2025 from Vermont’s Histamine Tapes. Read more

  • Folies Meurtrières

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    My new album Folies Meurtrières is out today. Read more

  • November 6, 18—

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    They (writers) publish books for the pleasure of seeing them printed and bound, without remembering the saddest aspects of their lives will end up contained in those pages. Read more

  • Established

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    But Ivanov said ah, love, and Ansky, in his fashion, also said ah, love. So over the next few days he set out in tireless search of Nadja Yurenieva, and at last he found her, wearing her long leather jacket, sitting in one of the lecture halls at the University of Moscow, looking like an Read more

  • The Great Flood

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    Rilke was eternally someone’s houseguest. Once he had fifty different addresses in four years. Read more

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“My silence is real. If I hid it from you, you would find it again a little farther on.”

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