Features, The Empathizer

A Faygo-Soaked Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

It’s almost as if Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope are a Faygo-soaked Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, powerless to effect the drama in the world around them, forced to carry out actions that were predetermined without their consent or approval. Forced to content themselves with being psychopathic pawns on a chessboard they can barely see.
Features, The Empathizer

Seven Years a Stand-Up Clown: Insane Clown Posse’s Carnival of Carnage

Insane Clown Posse, due to the fiercely independent nature of their career, have done all of their growing up in public. After two EPs of generic gangsta rap under the moniker Inner City Posse, the crew was struggling to differentiate themselves from other Detroit rap groups. Two key things happened to make that possible. The first was hooking up with Mike E. Clark, who produced much of their debut full length, Carnival of Carnage. The second was a dream Violent J had, in which spirits from a traveling carnival appeared before him. J and Shaggy 2 Dope were charged with warning the world of the Dark Carnival’s approach. That new mission--and the new name--gave the Insane Clown Posse more than enough to differentiate themselves from the other local crews.
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Features, One Song One Story

Some Sense of Comfort: Nina Simone’s “My Baby Just Cares For Me”

Sitting in my local coffee shop on the morning of the American election results, I was nervously sipping my cappuccino, trying to find some sense of comfort, when, in between the fey folk pop and Postmodern Jukebox lounge covers of Nirvana, I heard that familiar descending piano line, and the sweeping snare drum. Knowing what was to come, it made me smile. I exhaled.




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Features, Tinder Fuckbois

Tinder Fuckbois: Week Two

Caution: Tinder fuckbois are not, in fact, creatures of ancient folklore or urban myth. They occasionally come disguised as semi-professional producers and, strangely enough, decent human beings. It's only when you hit the bottom of your first cocktail that they nonchalantly ask/tell you, "so, back to my place?"

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