ME & J COLE COOL NOW SO NOW ITS FUCK RUSS
— Lil pump (@lilpump) June 6, 2018
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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.
Pisces season, a time of heightened emotions and gentleness, but also of creativity and trusting too much, is coming to a close this week. The new moon was in Pisces this past weekend, bringing a time for being compassionate with yourself.
I have a confession to make. I did not like Blonde on my first listen. In a word, it was cold; compared to Channel Orange’s vibrant neo-soul soundtrack for an endless summer, Blonde was the bitter wind whipping across a snow-blanketed landscape.
When I was just starting middle school, I thought Garrett Conners was the coolest person I had ever met in my entire life. Even though he was three years older than me, my friend Jared and I wanted to be just like him.
There is a piece of everyone’s childhood that is monumental, something that shapes the way one thinks or acts. Immediately, I think of music –– even more so, I think of women in music. I think of “Jumpin’, Jumpin’” and “...