In March of 2015 Tobias Jesso Jr.’s six-foot-seven frame seemed to materialize out of nowhere and place in our laps the sweet, devastatingly sad Goon.
Natalie Zak
Daily Arts Writer
No Filter
When one thinks of Pluto, one thinks of the age-old question: Is Pluto a planet?
Who’s to say? I’m not sure that that’s that big of deal.
I’m not advocating for some sort of crusade against elevators — “Cut the Cables of Oppression!” — all I’m saying is that staircases have been here before elevators and will probably be here after.
ME & J COLE COOL NOW SO NOW ITS FUCK RUSS
— Lil pump (@lilpump) June 6, 2018
This introduction seems futile; no amount of vague, attention-piquing description or scene-setting could do the topic of this piece the proper justice. So, I’ll just tell it like it is: I’m here to talk about Prince.
Despite being employed by a newspaper for which I write about “the arts” on a regular basis, my artistic tastes are quite underdeveloped.
One of the earliest childhood memories that I posses took place on the kindergarten playground. It was a crisp Michigan fall day and I was wearing an oversize pink windbreaker.