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“To privilege the book as reading, though—to forget that it is a technology—is analogous to forgetting one has a body”

"Xylaphone" by Dave Sitek x Tinashe

I should be asleep but this soulful synth pop jam featuring two of my favorite musicians has me bouncing around my room like it’s the middle of the day. What else is there to say? Dave’s production is top-notch and captivating and Tinashe sounds as lovely as ever. There. Now back to dancing.

"Dripping" by Blonde Redhead

I’ve been listening to this one since the weekend and earlier today, while walking home after a long day a work, I couldn’t help but smile knowing how far and long I’ve grown with Blonde Redhead. There are few artists I can say that about and few artists I believe will continue to thrive at the pace they are right now. But Blonde Redhead is constantly full of little surprises that keeps there fans devoted, hanging on to each new note. 

Desperation and Lust and Anger

Just as you can feel it inside of you, seeping through your pores, running through every inch and cell of your body, so too do I think they can see it in you, they can smell it on you. 

They lust for it. They want it. They’ll take it and use it. They’ll crush you with it. They’ll think nothing of it.

I wish it was as easy for me to move someplace else as it is for so many of my friends. They see other places as chances, as means to an end, as an extension of what they want in the world. But I see them as impenetrable forces. I’ve never visited a city that I didn’t love. Because I can not imagine myself within them permanently, I instead feel appreciative of what they offer. If I were to dig deeper though (and by deeper, I mean deeper within myself), I would need to escape and quickly. 

I hadn’t seen her in a while.

She asked me how I was doing and I said I was fine. But the more I talked, the angrier I got, until my anger was the only thing I saw. The injustice was the only thing I saw. The racism was the only thing I saw. The costs were the only thing I saw.

"I used to think these things happened to me because there was something wrong with me, that I was the common denominator. But now I know that it is every woman and that it is always. Now I know that the world is just fucked up."

"And how did it feel to say all of that?" she asked.

Well, it felt better than pushing it aside to assuage people’s moods. It felt right.

"Burning Up" by Juce

On twitter, I described Juce’s music as an ESG/late-Spice Girls hybrid and I stick by that assessment. That bass is a straight-up tribute to ESG and that harmonies remind me perfect Spice Girls singles like “Say You’ll Be There.” I never knew I needed this combination until now. 

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"Wrote a Song About You" by MNEK (Kaytranada edition) 

I think I’m at the point no where I just post any and everything Kaytranada creates. His sound is so distinct and always successful. Maybe it’s because he makes it all seem so easy that I’m endlessly fascinated. Or maybe it’s because I’ve never known a contemporary producer to create such instant, booty-shaking jams as Kaytranada. Teaming up with MNEK and elevating his silky, honey-vocals is the sort of collaboration I wished happened months and months ago. 

Although I’ve previously written for Noisey, my first essay for Vice proper premiered today. It is about black subcultures and the internet. It was difficult thinking about the images for the story. I sat at an Intelligentsia downtown with my friend Maurene discussing projects for Inland when Kenya and V walked by. 

"They’re perfect!" I shouted.

Maurene ran after them while they were running after a group of men nearby. The above images aren’t stylized. We asked them to dress in their normal style and they even dressed down from how we saw them in the street. Even more than my story, I’m excited to share these stunning images. 

Dispatches from This Recording’s new advice column in which the editors answer your pressing questions. Still, like last time, I highly recommend it. 

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She is a very, very attractive presence, in a lot of ways that I am not.

"Julia" by SZA

Look at this lovely little moment of Carefree Black Girl-ness. SZA shines as perfectly as ever in my favorite track from her LP.

"Your Love" by Moko

This has been giving me so many mid-90s feels. A reminder that I’m only 26 and so when I mention this, I’m talking about my memories of back seats and MTV and dance classes. I’m so excited by this new, sharp, joyous direction for Moko. In terms of the efforts and style cues of UK pop house, she has nailed it even more than her contemporaries. I’m obsessed in the best possible way.

“For girls who are aware that our culture expects them to be benignly happy, shiny objects—smile for me, baby—there can be a defiance in not only embracing sadness online, but cultivating a kind of ambiguity as to where the performed feeling ends and the “genuine” feeling begins.”
“Doing what you love can help with this. Doing what you love allows you to remember so well, to feel so closely how you have loved, that you can forget the space between yourself and the words you draw with. Forget the distance between you and everything, everyone, else. Love becomes transmutable. Freud knew this. Writing can be an effective replacement mechanism—and in its solitude, there is antidote for the deepest loneliness.”

Riverwest Music Festival last night as the clouds parted. Pieces of Apollonia’s set. The crowd was thankfully pretty peaceful. More soon.