#ur-freak

#ur-freak

Brittany Antoinette Wilson's dad has been a collector for over 30 years, starting with comics and expanding to baseball caps and sneakers. His sneaker collection, now around 500 pairs, reflects his passion for fashion and appearance.

The cat is, above all things, a dramatist. Sacred to ancient Egyptians, domestic cats share more than 95% of their genetic makeup with tigers, and they can leap five times their height.

"Jit tryna steal something off my pay, I'm cuttin' off his fuckin' knuckles," he spits. "Ain't stopping for no lights, I'll cheat the jakes, can't go to jail today."

"Anything that uplifts, empowers, or highlights women's creativity is a yes for me. The current state of the world is doing a number on women, and I want to contribute to their joy."

Finally, all the consciousness I had left was in the center of my head. It was like a little light, and finally it went click. . . . And what I saw with this was my body lashed to the wall, about ten feet away.

The category's been going around social media for a bit, but there's even a domain exclusively for Cigarette Mom Rock. There, the meaning of the genre is described as a "feminine counterpart to 'divorced dad rock,'" but is also meant to conjure up images of your own hard-working '90s mom, driving you to baseball practice with the windows down and a cigarette in one hand.

Carl arrived to find an enormous to-do list and a very busy IT team who were strangely unwelcoming. Not long after starting, Carl was assigned a job in the prison. As it was his first visit, a colleague named "Mike" showed him the ropes. Carl found it disconcerting. "I was introduced to various guards and went through the first security checkpoint," he told On Call. "The heavy iron door slamming behind me was a bit nerve-wracking. The second wasn't so bad."

My driving belief is that we need to be able to communicate, to touch humanity, to try to connect to each other in some way, but I'm also not trying to forgive or underplay the extremities. There was fighting either between different factions or just for fun. Initially, what I saw was deeply shocking. When you're in those environments, it's so venomous and hateful.

CFGNY is having a big spring. The self-proclaimed 'vaguely Asian' art and fashion collective is in a group exhibition about the production and representation of Asian fashion at Pioneer Works, transforming the third floor into a cardboard-lined shipping container filled with studio portraits shot in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, a growing fashion hub.

The internet has made our worlds feel smaller. We keep up with family and friends through apps instead of phone calls or visits. We use an app to deliver our food instead of going out to eat. We shop online instead of going to the store to see and feel the things we purchase before we buy them.

One such person who was finding his singular creative spark amidst the volatility was Lamere's partner, the late Alan Vega, one half of the pioneering electronic-punk outfit Suicide. After the group's 1977 self-titled album - a raw record filled with grinding drum machines, haunting organ, feral screams and ghostly atmospherics - but before their more polished follow-up in 1980, Vega wanted to do some solo stuff.

Dream Fatigue is a new-ish Massachusetts band launched by former Fleshwater/Vein drummer Matt Wood and fronted by Jonali McFadden, and they make shoegazy alt-rock that's not too different from what Matt was doing in Fleshwater. They released their debut LP The Lady In The Sky in 2024, and now they announced a new seven-song EP, No Requiem, due February 13 via DAZE ( pre-order).

"Many found the music offensive, the dancing objectionable, and the popularity of both with young people verging on a mental health crisis." So writes music historian Susan C. Cook about ragtime, the heavily syncopated ancestor of jazz that arose in the late 1800s. Like all things, ragtime's subversiveness faded over time, and, a century later, the works of Scott Joplin and other practitioners had been relegated to carnivals and fairs, their jaunty piano melodies now evoking quaint notions of old-timey fun.