Discovering jazz in the Jarlor
It was a little before 7:30 p.m. I was sitting on a browned, elongated ottoman in Josselyn House’s piano parlor, casually known as “The Jarlor.” The heterogeneous furniture had been…
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How the underground rap scene is rising up
There is a peculiar flattening that happens when you open Spotify’s “Rap Caviar” playlist full of the same handful of songs, lacquered into algorithmic sheen. With the likes of Don…
Fame is a gun, and Addison Rae points it blind at the Grammys
As the words “Olivia Dean” left Chappell Roan’s mouth, Punxsutawney Phil practically slammed his tiny rodent fist on the ground and vowed to curse us all with six more weeks…
Horse Jumper of Love silences the Mug
The purple stage lights at The Mug did not just wash the stage; they glistened off the grain of Dimitri Giannopoulos’ acoustic guitar. It was a fitting reflection: The soft…
The summer song void: scouting this year’s contenders
As fall foliage seeps into view, pumpkin spice dominates the menu and cable sweaters make their way back into our wardrobes, one is left wondering, with great thought and deliberation,…