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FACT mix 249 - Leon Vynehall (Mar '14)

It comes as no surprise that Leon Vynehall’s FACT magazine mix is as compelling, sensual, and deeply felt as his original music. I listened to this on the way to work this morning, standing at the bus stop for far too long, wishing I was just inside, but pleased with how the combination of elements (the heavy wind, the drizzle) felt so correct. 

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"I’m not interested in looking vulnerable" - Zadie Smith in conversation with Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie at the #Schomburg

Anonymous asked: I really enjoy reading your essays and other work you post but - and I know a lot of people dislike talking about the financial side of writing - are you able to make a living out of writing or is it something you do purely for the enjoyment of the act of writing?

I’ve talked about this a bit in the past, but I also have a day job that I can’t discuss. I make money from most of my writing, but I also write for free because sometimes the story is more important than what I can get paid for it. But also, I can afford to do so. If I could never get paid, I would still write because it is the truest thing I know. It helps me more than anything else. It is almost a selfish act, something that clears my mind, that makes me a better person, that helps me breathe when I feel like the world around me is too much. 

Anonymous asked: Do you think you will ever release a book of your work? Various essays, etc. Or would it be a fictional story?

That is my goal, to release a book of my essays. Well, that is one of my goals. I’m never quite satisfied with just one thing. 

"Be Brave, Clench Fists" by Leon Vynehall

I had to take a break from this site. It wasn’t by choice, not really. No, I felt like I had too many thoughts and if I put them down for others to see, they would make no sense. I was too consumed by anger and regret and embarrassment that I knew I would only fall deeper into those feelings, not climb away from them. 

Anyway, Leon Vynehall’s music feels like the answer, the solution, the acceptance. Each song is filled with the sort of promise that we all crave, but can’t articulate. “Be Brave, Clench Fists” is the first single from Music for the Uninvited and it is my unequivocal favorite. It wraps around me and feels like the end of a perfect night, that moment when the sun sets and hits your face just so, the period at the conclusion of a lovely day. 

I don’t want to be cute.

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Arundhati Roy (1990s)

"Youth" by Ben Khan

This is not only Ben Khan’s best track yet. It is also his brightest and loveliest and such a perfect little surprise that is an early yet strong contender for Song of Summer. So excited by this new direction (though I think i’d love most anything he’s release). That chorus … haven’t heard an ear worm that good in so long. 





I have begun to feel a deep connection to the broads of Broad City as I repeatedly marathon episodes late at night, unwilling to go to sleep to face the next day. Wondering what it means that this absurdist representation of early 20s friendship reminds me most of the place I am in right now: scattered, frantic, but still full of great, weird moments. 

Jiang Pengyi Everything Illuminates No.12, 9, and 10, 2012

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"No Rest for the Wicked" by Lykke Li

Should have known from her first album and the acute accuracy of “Little Bit” that she would continue to grow into one of my favorite songwriters. 

"Breadwinner" by BEA

At times, her voice reminds me of the haunted depths of Feist and My Brightest Diamond, two singers who shattered me (in the best possible way) when I was in my late teens. The lyrics and composition are smart and compelling, but sometimes a compelling voice is all that is needed to make a song truly shine. 


"Small Hours" by Roosevelt

The breeziness of this makes me yearn for summer even more than before. In Roosevelt’s voice, I hear touches of 80s soft rock, Arthur Russell, Rhye, and – by extension – even Sade. It’s a small, lovely cover of John Martyn’s song that sounds as much of the past as the present.