Readers of this blog: I assume you have huge fans of this thing called “music.” Nearly everybody is, so, statistically, you are too. So, it is with great astonishment and pride that I make the following announcement. Every decade, if we the unwashed masses are lucky, a group of the preeminent musicians of the day gather for a kind of super music festival, the kind that is remembered and gets spoken of for generations. Festivals like Woodstock, Lollapalooza in the 90s, and Bonnaroo, which seems to have taken its place in the aughts. Now, our newly christened...
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This seems about right.
Due to the weather in D.C. today, I’ve taken Beach House off of iTunes for a little while to listen to Husker Du’s ‘Standing in the Rain.’ I recommend you do the same.
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It is both disheartening and convenient when you are struggling to write an essay, forcibly putting words together that do not work, trying ideas that make almost no sense, and working in a direction that isn’t clear, and finding an essay that says what you are trying to say more clearly and cogently than your efforts could lead you. I was trying to write such an essay recently, when today I came across the following spectacular essay by Ken Lowery Eugene Ahn at The Bureau Chiefs. It is a response to Rachael Maddux’s cover story for Paste,...
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In the school where I work, there’s a fifth grader who wears a Notorious B.I.G. jacket. There are a few staff who covet it. Though I don’t say anything, I’m one of them. The boy is 11. Biggie Smalls died 13 years ago, today. He doesn’t know anything about Biggie. Couldn’t name an album or even a track, couldn’t give me any 16 bars, let alone 16 Bars. I want to talk about it with him, to school him on Biggie, to get on his level in a way I can’t with their hip-hop idols. God knows...
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