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.
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.
Cassandra Mansuetti, Sophia White, Jonah Mendelson and Margaret Sheridan
Daily Arts Writers
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 “...
It’s an easy question for most people: “Where are you from?” They answer with a quick reference to their nearest metropolitan center. New York. Seattle. St. Louis. I have a little more difficulty responding.