Near the end of the set, Washington and his band joined Hancock on stage for a final jam that brought the house down. The crowd left their seats and huddled toward the platform, moving with each other in a happy frenzy of music. Hancock, still carrying his keytar, jaunted back and forth between each side of the stage, making sure to play to every angle of his excited fanbase there that night.
Reading her essays makes you feel like you could learn anything, because hey, Jia did. Knowing yourself is a more crucial asset than anything else these days, and allows for a bigger worldview. Tolentino’s talent is capturing this perspective in words, inspiring her readers to take the same leap.
I really can’t help it ― when someone captures the ups and downs of life in our fucked-up world so well, you have no choice but to let it take you on a ride. His songs feel like screaming out of windows on freeways, like walking through streetlight-dotted roads in the middle of the night, like tumbling out of the rain into a warm home.
Though Mars has returned to Neptune, the fifteen years that have passed never get their glory, and in turn, neither does she. Instead, the season falls flat in building a world that makes sense for the present day, holding onto the tropes of its previous iterations in hopes that the audience won’t notice the holes in between.
In truth, the realities of being human are not easily swallowable, and certainly more complicated than we wish they were. Vuong knows this well and weaves each aspect of his semi-autobiographical story through the lens of personhood, making the big picture distinguishable among its million puzzle pieces.
It is difficult to review Evenson’s work because it is so dependent on its reader’s state of mind, almost like the literary equivalent of a mood ring. For an audience to judge his writing, they must experience it themselves, influenced by their own perceptions and insecurities of identity.
2019 has proven quite the rollercoaster of nostalgia for millenials. It started with Vampire Weekend’s most recent release and continued in a ragged path, making the occasional stop for the comebacks of artists like the Jonas Brothers, and now, a revisiting of both Batman and the “Twilight” series. (I’m looking at you, Rob.)
For many of us too young to be millennials and too old to be Gen Z, Vampire Weekend was the soundtrack of our adolescence. Frontman Ezra Koenig’s trademark nasality is a reminder of summer concerts with cheap lawn tickets, still-active Tumblr accounts and that one American Apparel tennis skirt everyone seemed to have. The band made us want to buy a sweater vest, perhaps take a sailing lesson. They also made us want to listen to ‘80s African psych-rock, among other niche influences.