SHOUTOUT: DJ NOW
ya’ll can peep most of these on my spotify list, dat nu nu 2012, which is a stupid name but i never know what to call playlists. and if you don’t use spotify and wanna listen, well you obviously know how to use youtube. thanks for reading. Read the rest of this entry »
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Not long ago, Kim Kardashian found another way to draw the collective ire of America, as she so capably does, when she began talking about her NEXT wedding before the divorce was even final on her 72-day, lace-white scar of reality show bait.
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Lil Wayne takes many forms, as Weezy F. Baby, as Lil Tunechi, as a total burnout, as the rapper eater. He also regularly preaches his penchant for poop, that is, shitting on other rappers and his version of “True Life: I’m the Shit.”
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There has always been something different about Lil Wayne.
As we watched him go from d-boy to Hot Boy, from Birdman-kisser to rapper-eater, from Dwayne Michael Carter to Weezy F. Baby, the one constant was Wayne’s will to be weird.
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To record his sophomore LP “Era Extrana,” Neon Indian frontman Alan Palomo sequestered himself in Helsinki, Finland, and did so in the middle of the winter, no less. He said he saw the sun only twice during his stay — a wild change for a Mexican-born Texas native.
Test Pilot #42: CSI:
Debut date: October 6, 2000
Series legacy: One of the most popular, but not necessarily well-regarded series of the last decade-plus
Hey there, party people. Welcome back to the internet’s most popular discussion of television pilots, Test Pilot. We’re still early into our contemporary police drama theme. Before you groan or immediately think of David Caruso-delivered puns, I think it’s important to point out that not all “cop shows” are generic, lowest-common-denominator fare.
If you’ve ever attempted to rendezvous with me in any way, you know that I’m rarely on time. So it should make sense that I’ve put off composing whatever kind of halfway-through-the-year music lists that everyone likes to throw together. So for the none of you that I’ve kept waiting with the delivery of said list, I’m sorry. For all of you that I’ve ever kept waiting an extra 15 minutes, I’m not really. That will probably happen again. Read the rest of this entry »
In high school, before I had money and fast Internet, I used to spend after-school hours at the library, scouring the shelves of CDs for anything I recognized. I rarely listened to a whole album, so I would rip the songs I liked and return it as soon as possible for more. Recognize, rip, repeat. Read the rest of this entry »
On more than one occasion, Beach House have discussed Bob Dylan in interviews, and during a recent Pitchfork chat, shared one lyric particularly integral to the conception of Bloom, their fourth studio album. Read the rest of this entry »
As I write this, the world is one night removed from Lebron James’ anointment as an NBA champion and two years removed from The Decision that has since made him basketball’s premier villain. In attempts to create compelling narratives, the media throws around literary terms such as these loosely and often. However, in the case of Lebron, there doesn’t exist a more appropriate term to measure the level of public disgust for him. Read the rest of this entry »
