You reach above your head and pull the lap bar down tightly over your thighs, which have morphed into the concave shape of the hard seat that took some getting used to. Per usual, a park employee comes around to test your work by jostling the lap bar. Tight enough, she decides.
In the cover art for her new single, “Uh Huh,” Jade Bird stares away from the camera and into the distance, her face spreading into a neon blur of color. It’s attention-catching and vibrant, but the cover is nothing compared to the song itself.
As an experienced solo artist and newly inducted full-time member of the legendary Pacific Northwest rock group Death Cab For Cutie, Dave Depper has had quite the share of experiences in his musical career.
Given the constant turbulence in Detroit, I’ve always considered Chicago as the closest city to Ann Arbor, and the capital of the Midwest. Rather than venture east down I-94, my family always opted to go west a few extra hundred miles.
Rap’s current state of affairs is puzzling, to say the least. Juggernauts like Drake, A$AP Rocky and J. Cole have put out some of the most stagnant music of their careers and have plateaued artistically. Pusha T appears to be the last of rap’s old guard who can drop a quality album.
Cloudy, ominous weather welcomed me to Pitchfork Music Festival this year, and bracing myself for the worst I strapped up in a raincoat and boots for the first day of the fest. But what was originally daunting proved simply unreliable.
The Internet is the hardest band to be a fan of for one simple reason. Not because their music is problematic, not because they make questionable career choices, but because of two simple words: their name. What’s in a name? A lot of social faux pas apparently.