Opinion
me as a denizen of crazy townshippe
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I spent yesterday at the VMAs’ forum at Radio City Music Hall, aka Atlanta Outpost, where Piotr & I interviewed literally 42 people in six hours: the pop-journalistic equivalent of speed-dating. I was running on no food, six or eight diet cokes and a neverending stream of people. My mind is still spinning from the […]
NOLA a year later/ juvenile interview
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Read this. Urge ran my Juvenile interview today, reprinted below for the Mac-having. Juvenile’s New Orleans, Then and Now by Julianne Shepherd New Orleans is a storied music city, best known for its jazz, R&B, zydeco and brass bands. But since the early 1990s, no NOLA-flavored sounds have had the cultural impact of the city’s […]
doin four-fifth in the whippington
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i love the first half of the officially official video for “chicken noodle soup” ’cause kids, dancing, high school gymnasiums, young b’s girl-next-door poise, a tennis ensemble and — is that a yorkie?
exploding like the sun/a flash of clean white hope
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my sleater-kinney farewell on la horca. “if i’m to run the future, you’ve got to let the old world go!” so sez Corin Tucker. They know life cycle. Still, One Beat is my favorite right now.
“I don’t know why I like you… I just do”
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Whitney Houston’s “So Emotional” : “proto snap” really perfect lyrics for Osama bin Laden’s purported Whitney fetish. Ain’t it shocking what – uh – love can do?
quiddity (my own and others)
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“Where has she got off to?” you might be wondering, and I would have several answers. Being alone is the first, and feeling right in the solitude. Reading the essentials: This, and This, and This. (In an interview I did last year, and will repost here in about a week, Juvenile says NO to the […]
D-Shep: Are You For Or Against Us?
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Nick has alerted me to the existence of a Miami rapper by the name of D-Shep, whose single, “Stay Real,” is available now. Protective of my name, I predicted a problem, but his music convinced me we should leave it at a collabo.
one mind of many minds
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Not eaten by voracious VMAs, my bouncing soul gets vh-1 dot commed. my best portland booty, besides stumptown coffee and higher taste vegetarian sandwiches of heaven: Swan Island and, more specifically, their song Crumble, which haunts and slices, and promises end: “there are cities made of cardboard, cities made of diamonds, all will be revealed.” […]