There’s a line on “It’s a Shame,” a single from First Aid Kit’s most recent album, Ruins, in which the two Söderberg sisters lament, “Sometimes the night cuts through me like a knife.” Sunday night at The Pageant was just as sharp.
The rollout for ye began like any other Kanye West album — clouded in mystique, with tales of recording sessions deep in the wilderness, controversial Twitter antics and half of the country hating him with a passion by the time it was all over.
It’s not like this needs to be restated, but being a teenager is cool. Adolescence is full of unnecessarily intense and embarrassing experiences that shape the rest of your life. It’s often forgotten though, in the race to grow up, the odd beauty and shame of that period of your life.
Pop has made a turn toward sadness in the last decade. In 2008, the only two options for the angsty were either going full emo or embracing every artist on the “Garden State” soundtrack with open arms.
It was a hot Memorial Day weekend for Detroit and its techno Movement festival, the city’s ever-growing annual event. The festival sprawled over Hart Plaza, and the sunny heat turned into a warm fog when evening closed in, the sun leaving behind a wet air as festival goers filled the grounds.
If faced with reducing the Original Broadway Cast recording of “Mean Girls” (the Tina Fey blockbuster adapted for the stage) to one word, anyone would be incredibly amiss to pass up the opportunity to call it “fetch.”