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The Power of a Name: Tribute to the Shapeshifting Ms Tina Turner

It’s no secret that names are powerful. Across cultures, it is believed that to know the true name of a god, demon, or mystical being, is to have power over it. Tina Turner has had many names throughout her life, and it would be impossible to deem any of them her true name. Aside from Tina Turner, there was also her birth name – Anna Mae Bullock – and her nicknames: Ann, Little Ann, and of course, the “Queen of Rock & Roll.”… read more.

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Stretching Time with Rozi Plain’s Album ‘Prize’

There’s a kind of waking-dream quality to Rozi Plain’s Prize. Or perhaps, it’s a dreaming wakefulness.

It is the album cover draws me in first – Rozi, backdropped by lake water, her hat flying in mid-air. We don’t see the ground that she stands on, just the lake, her arms outstretched before her, though also mostly out of frame, making the gesture incomplete.… read more.

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Living at the Precipice: Sydney Sprague’s New Album

I knew I would love Sydney Sprague’s new album somebody in hell loves you before it came out, and I was right. 

Do you ever feel that way about records? You just know it’s going to be good? You just know it’s going to be exactly what you need, at the time when you need it? That’s exactly how I felt in anticipation of this album, and when it was finally out in the world, I certainly wasn’t disappointed. read more.

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Constructing a ‘Record’: On Ma délire: Songs of love, lost and found

One of the most distinctly human tendencies might be the cataloging of things: making lists, records, organizing them by shape, color, alphabetical order. For as long as I can personally remember, I have been obsessed with collecting and keeping artifacts from places I’ve been: movie tickets, plane tickets, museum tickets.… read more.

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The Gift of the Sample (A Meditation on Bulgarian Folk)

Do you know the feeling of smelling something that immediately transports you back to a specific moment or space from your childhood? The air shifts and suddenly you are five, seven, nine years old again, feeling simultaneously comforted and also discombobulated. This, to me, is akin to the feeling of recognizing a sample in a song, particularly when the sample is a Bulgarian folk melody.… read more.

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‘Pussy Gillette’ and Inconspicuous Affirmations

With every year that passes, I always circle around to a couple of the same realizations and conclusions.

The first is that linear time is a scam (more on this some other time), the second is what an idiot I had been the year before (someone’s God, give me mercy), and the third is the sneaking anxiety and inkling that I am in a race against time (even though the idea of constant progression is false, I believe).… read more.

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