A few weeks back, when I started rolling out blog posts on new music releases, one of the first albums I featured was Lana Del Rey’s Chemtrails Over the Country Club. I was happy to have a new album by one of my favorite artists.
Well, it looks like I’m going to get another one. Since I posted that song, Del Rey dropped three new songs online and said they are from an upcoming album titled Blue Bannisters that will likely drop in July. This is some Taylor Swift folklore/evermore-level shit.
I got a nice surprise in my inbox the other day when a Ticketmaster email delivered the news that Toad the Wet Sprocket would be playing a show in Fort Lauderdale this October.
I quickly snatched up the general admission tickets for me and my wife, and we chuckled at the thought of packing together with a bunch of other aging Gen-Xers to watch one of our favorite 90s bands.
Fresh off a trio of Grammy wins, including Best New Artist and the first ever Best Rap Song trophy awarded to a female rapper, Megan Thee Stallion is back with a bawdy candidate for Song of the Summer.
‘Thot Shit,’ and particularly its video, is a blast of sex positivity aimed at the hypocritical conservative critics of Megan’s last hit, ‘WAP.’
Multi-hyphenate Bo Burnham recently released Inside, a Netflix comedy special/performance art piece that could go down as the best work of art to come out of the pandemic.
Filmed entirely in his attic room during 2020, the special covers internet culture from a plethora of angles, and sprinkles in a fair amount of the existential dread Burnham felt while making it.
A few weeks back, I saw an Instagram story by my daughter Sophia featuring an Elliott Smith song and photo. I was a proud dad.
I’ve done a decent job of exposing my kids to music I like over the years, but I didn’t recall working Smith into the mix. This one she had arrived at on her own.
Turns out it was thanks to Sophia’s beloved Phoebe Bridgers, who counts Smith as one of her most profound influences.
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