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...only songwriter in contemporary hip-hop who writes about a woman who is “gonna pay all day but never get away from skinny white dick.” Slug is not the dawg in his songs; he’s more like the commiserating best friend who says, “I know you feel like you can’t live without him” and ends up not getting any. But as previous albums have established, and as this one will only reinforce, when Slug talks about love he’s often self-deprecating...
...acoustic track “Doing Fine,” when Swaby begs an ex-lover, “Please don’t tell me you love me / Leave me / Don’t fuck with my mind / Try to understand like you’re a good friend of mine / ’Cause I’m doing fine.” In a contemporary music scene filled with girls like “Colleen,” it’s nice to hear a band bringing heartbreak and the blues to a new generation. Another...
When Philip III ascended to the Spanish throne in 1598, he was 19 years old and uninterested in the responsibilities of a monarch. His friend the Duke of Lerma–the court’s preeminent tastemaker as well as the most important non-royal art collector in Europe–took over matters of state, while Philip squandered vast sums of money on lavish fiestas and foreign wars. The King and the Duke shared a mutual devotion to art that ushered in a dynamic period in Spanish painting, now featured in an outstanding new exhibit...
...coffee shop scene, the male protagonist, Joe, is sounding out a Coca-Cola jingle he wrote recently when a siren drowns out his conversation with his friend Alli. The camera leaves the two actors and follows the speeding ambulance through the window, though their voices continue in the background. The camera cuts back to Alli, who says, “I think someone just died hearing your jingle.” The moment—both the ambulance passing and the actor’s response—was completely improvised...
...world I was discovering for the first time. This is America: one body of many co-dependent parts—interstates flowing like arteries and one common heart beating forever into the dawn. For a while, New Orleans did feel like a part of America that was thriving. My friends and I relished the sweeping white columns of St. Louis Cathedral—a church flooded during Hurricane Katrina, but now glowing white and gold. In the French Quarter, we browsed souvenir shops, sampled pralines, and listened to a jazz band perform in an outdoor cafe. But after delighting...