After several years in the musician closet, singer/songwriter/bedroom producer Krista is finally putting together her debut album SWIM. Since Krista loves writing about herself almost as much as she loves writing music, we asked her to document her process while simultaneously trying to stay afloat as a 21-year-old alone in the concrete jungle. This is the first in a series.
On the corner of Broome and Delancey is a terrible two-part dive where terrible “print is dead!”start-up yuppies come to play pool terribly. The bartender writes terrible ebooks by day and always has the Spotify Radio for The Black Keys turned on, for he believes curating playlists is a “terrible waste of time.” Tonight they’re playing that tired MGMT song that probably wasn’t too terrible to begin with but is ruined forever by Urban Outfitters and overplay at bars just like this one.
Tonight, Reina and Gauraa “cancel their plans” to discuss one of the shows that brought them together, Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life.
In the 1990s, for the first time in the history of human civilization, that all changed. Women were angry. African-Americans were angry. Poor people were angry. And white middle-class males were angry about the fact that they felt guilty.
From Hayley Kiyoko’s soft, sweet, teenage narrative about love and crushes and jealous, “Girls Like Girls,” to to Cruel Youth’s soulful, lamentable lyricism on “Mr. Watson,” here are 7 things we’re into this week.
Sometimes I forget that Bruno Mars is not a real name, the same way that I forget that he sang “Nothin’ on You” or that B.o.B. still makes music. Peter Gene Hernandez has come a long way since his humble but banal as fuck, fedora-wearing, piano-crooning days. He’s graduated from flannels and pompadours to cuban links and designer minks, and a brand new “player” persona.
This Cyber Monday, we bring you Monday Loop*, a selectively handpicked hour of stress-busting poptronica.