The Internet thrives on really, really smart stuff, or really, really dumb stuff. The middle not so much.
Bounce hiphop is like Hardcore punk. It’s not meant to be “heard,” it’s meant to be FELT. In a sweaty crowd. Like a voodoo ritual.
Gentrification begins when you’re the squarest resident of your new neighborhood. It ends when you’re the weirdest.
Links contained in my most recent essay, “On the Constant Moment,” in the order in which they appear:
Turning your phone off at the door is the new taking your shoes off at the door.