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Pat Padua
@anamelessyeast.bsky.social
A freelance writer and dog lover with too many records

https://www.rottentomatoes.com/critics/pat-padua/movies
Today’s autumnal religious mail call: a needlepoint Fabiola
November 13, 2025 at 9:04 PM
Ordered a copy of the brochure from a 2005 Bogardy exhibit in North Carolina (co-curated by former NGA film programmer Peggy Parsons—anyone I know in contact with her?) and the way they wrapped it is fantastic
November 13, 2025 at 5:59 PM
November 12, 2025 at 2:01 AM
Bogardy was a regular Capitol Hill presence until his death at n 1992, frequenting St. Peter’s on the Hill and the Chesapeake Bagel shop. Any of my old Hill/LOC peeps remember him?
November 10, 2025 at 1:52 PM
Today’s biggest church yard sale score: for $2, a painting by Catholic outsider artist Alexander Bogardy, a DC/Baltimore resident with work in the Smithsonian
November 8, 2025 at 9:09 PM
Highly concerned on multiple levels about the Elf-branded Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup
November 8, 2025 at 12:52 AM
Was surprised to find 2 inch video recently at an estate sale in my brother’s condo
November 4, 2025 at 4:17 PM
Sending out a bat signal for The Reynolds Girls
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 AM
November 2, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Happy Halloween!
October 31, 2025 at 9:41 PM
Ironically harder to hear as an album than Made in USA. All I hear are pieces from the perfectly-sequenced Bossa Nova 2001 with singles and bits of Overdose mixed in. I do appreciate the English-language “Happy Sad,” and this music will always remind of the year my mother died.
October 28, 2025 at 3:19 AM
30 years ago, I’d reach for the visionary Bossa Nova 2001 or Overdose before either of the Matador comps that broke them stateside. But tonight, this hits me as a solid greatest-early hits.

Pizzicato Five, Made in USA (Matador 1994)
October 22, 2025 at 4:33 AM
October 8, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Tonight in later Sonny
October 6, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Been hitting a bad run of tapes so it’s nice to crack open some sealed deadstock
October 4, 2025 at 4:09 AM
I used to see Andrew White, who lived in Brookland, on the Metro, so I was sorry I didn’t buy his self-published autobiography while he was alive. So I was happy to find it on eBay for all of $11.27
October 2, 2025 at 5:31 PM
What if you were immersed in the fevered basement brains of two beer-swilling potheads you don’t have anything in common with, whose every aesthetic choice is terrible, but you find them utterly endearing? Incompetent and inarticulate, but strangely compelling.
October 2, 2025 at 2:11 PM
In 1989, this sounded like a banal and watered-down bar band vision. 36 years later, its smoothness is comforting.
October 2, 2025 at 4:22 AM
Honk if your mid-life dream is to make an 80s romantic thriller that drops “Don’t Disturb This Groove” over the end credits
September 29, 2025 at 3:03 AM
I wish this Union Station ad push meant they were reopening the theaters
September 24, 2025 at 10:48 PM
perfect smokey-voiced jazz singer showcase
September 24, 2025 at 8:51 PM
The dense arrangements make me think polka and dixieland (two things I ordinarily never choose) have something in common. I am unlikely to ever listen to this again, but there’s more there than I expected, and the cover has just enough charm to stay out of the discard pile. Maybe.
September 24, 2025 at 7:26 PM
You know you’re dealing with a musical visionary when a veteran artist can take the worst of contemporary production excesses (in this case, bombastic late 80s synths) and make something completely idiosyncratic out of it.
September 23, 2025 at 1:47 PM
at the point in SCHATTENFROH where it reminds me of the rage baby we got at the Holy Redeemer
September 22, 2025 at 11:53 PM
I don’t know who needs to hear this but Candice T. Cain is like the David DeCoteau pseudonym that wasn’t
September 21, 2025 at 1:52 AM