As someone who usually opts out of arena concerts and happens to also be a longtime Panic! at the Disco fan, I was worried my love for Brendon Urie would be drowned out by the claustrophobia-inducing crowds a sold-out arena concert entails.
On the last Monday and Tuesday of June, 19-year-old Brooklyn native King Princess (Mikaela Straus) sold out two consecutive shows at Elsewhere in Williamsburg. Despite the fact my Tuesday night ticket was a hot commodity, I debated selling it.
There’s an exciting shift going on the entertainment world right now, one that seeks to upend decades of straight white men in power with the inclusion of more diverse and progressive storytelling and storytellers.
My memories of Indian TV shows are filled with melodrama that the campiest of daytime soaps cannot even dream of ever living up to, depictions of pearl clutching so over the top the metaphorical pearls probably explode, and the
With the opening bars of “High as Hope,” the latest album from English indie rock band Florence and the Machine, frontwoman Florence Welch sings, “The show is ending and I have started to cry.” It’s a fitting introduction to an album that sees the focus of Welch’s lyrics shift to focus on her str
“Seventy-percent of the people who raised me, who loved me, who I trusted, believed that homosexuality was a sin,” says Hannah Gadsby in her new comedy special, “Nanette”—and there’s no punchline to ease that fact. Is this even stand-up? Is it a recorded therapy session? A TED talk?