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.
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.
