Synesthesia from Terri Timely . . . → Read More: Synesthesia
Synesthesia from Terri Timely . . . → Read More: Synesthesia Photo by Nicole Wasilewicz When I first saw Peaches I was a teenager in frilly panties drinking half of bottle of raspberry vodka before stumbling into the Henry Fonda Theatre in Hollywood. My third time seeing Peaches and I’m stone cold sober fully dressed at the Music Hall of Williamsburg about to turn 26. And one thing . . . → Read More: The Teaches of Peaches @ Music Hall Autotune has been ruling airwaves too long. The canned mechanical loops and droning has gone from innovative to unoriginal across the board. Originality in rap music is being crushed by conformity in an industry that already has a penchant for beat biting and lazy rhyming. Though with a smash single, Kanye produced . . . → Read More: Death of Autotune (Good Riddance) . . . → Read More: Bloody Brooklyn After meeting a girl on the steps of the Metropolitan Museum, we made our way to Central Park’s Great Lawn, endangered by flying baseballs, runaway babies and business men openly stripping down to boxers. Over Merlot concealed in a cranberry juice bottle, I learned the MET is built on top of an old aqueduct, which . . . → Read More: MET Remixed . . . → Read More: Countryside |
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