I’m quite proud to be one of the ladysprinkles on this weird donut.
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I like this Alabama Shakes record quite a lot and wrote about it for Pitchfork.
Relatedly, this is totally gonna be one of those album press-cycles that makes me wish I had a swear jar for “authentic” and I am not entirely looking forward to it.
That extra .1 is having kind of a tricky week. Ever since Sunday night when I decided, mostly arbitrarily, not to stick him on the end of the rating, he’s been following me around. At first he was kind of cranky! He was like “Dude, WHAT? Are you SERIOUS? Why couldn’t you just throw me in there with the rest? What’s the difference, really?! It’s a good record and it sounds like you really dig it! I don’t know why y’all care so much about us anyway, but jeez, at least don’t leave me hanging like this!”
But since then he’s chilled out a bit. He’s even come to work with me! He’s real tiny so he just sits on my desk and hangs out and watches me do my thing. Not a bother at all. My boss is totally cool with it, too.
That extra .1’s favorite part of the day is the MARTA ride to and from the office. He generally stays put in the inside pocket of my purse where I keep my iPhone and work ID—he’s new to taking the train so all the people and smells and noises kinda make him nervous, and the pocket’s so cozy! Plus he can check Twitter. But a couple times I’ve seen him poke his lil head out! I think he’s coming around, which is great, because Atlanta needs all the support for public transit we can get.
But, honestly, I’m not sure how much longer this can last. He’s so tiny and delicate, just this little insignificant thing, really, and it seems like he’s kinda fading. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s gone by the end of the day. When he goes, though, I’ll make sure he’s not forgotten like so many other extra .1’s before him. I think he’d be lovely strung up like a charm on a necklace, that way I can wear him around all the time, always be reminded of what could have been.
Now that I think about it, maybe I should’ve given the record a 7.8. Then I would’ve had two extra .1’s, and I could’ve made earrings. DAMMIT.
* Actually just one dude on Facebook.
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Wrote about the great new album by my favorite Atlanta band for Pitchfork. I can say no more now because pollen has settled in my brain.
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This is a fairly recent thing for Pitchfork and in large part is the result of (the excellent) Carrie Battan and Jenn Pelly becoming staff writers, but it’s worth getting excited about. Also, big shout outs to recent additions Lindsay Zoladz, Rachael Maddux and Emilie Friedlander, and old standbys Amanda Petrusich and Amy Phillips. Jess Harvell is still not a woman, but I assume he’s working on it.
I’m quite proud to be one of the ladysprinkles on this weird donut.
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I reviewed the new First Aid Kit album, which I adore, for Pitchfork. (Ratings are so weird and I’m so bad at them; I actually give this a 7.6 MILLION.) (Also you can listen to the album on NPR right here.)
Articles: Not Every Girl Is a Riot Grrrl | Features | Pitchfork
Yay for Lindsay Zoladz writing this and yay for Pitchfork running thoughtful and frank and complex writing on women and music. More, please.
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Well, this is fun: Andrew Bird scored the movie Norman and I wrote about the soundtrack for Pitchfork. I really would like him to do music for a horror movie sometime. Someone please make this happen?