In my Texas suburb, the rodeo girls starkly contrasted my usual peers in class. They wore Miss Me jeans with back pockets so bedazzled and gaudy that they would make scratching noises when they sat down on the bleachers in the arena stands. Joining them, alongside a horse named Doc, helped me survive high school.
As archivists sifted through the documents, which from the surface weren’t very exciting — mostly business and financial records, meeting minutes and other run-of-the-mill papers — Calise stumbled upon a gold mine of Nashville’s queer history.
Al Menne’s songwriting process involves a lot of time journaling, but he admits that even what seems to be true might not be completely accurate. “I think that even just the way that people remember their own memories is kind of an embellishment in a way,” Menne said.
Though Titanic Rising and And In The Darkness, Hearts Aglow both have the signature Weyes Blood nostalgic sound, the latter seems to lean more into haunting melodies, frequently leaving me in awe. Mering’s vocals are hypnotic, and they often sound ethereal.
Based on information obtained by The Press outlining MAPS’ proposal to the union leaders on Feb. 10, the cost of parking in a premium lot would skyrocket to $50 a month, and to $25 a month for parking in a perimeter lot.
New York Gov. Kathy Hochul announced on June 8 that all 64 SUNY campuses will enact a chosen name and pronoun policy in order to respect and reflect the identities of transgender, gender nonconforming and nonbinary students.
Perhaps one of Stony Brook’s most highly anticipated events of the spring semester, Brookfest finally made its return. Rapper Young M.A and R&B artist Capella Grey performed to a sold-out crowd before headliner Gunna took the stage for the first Brookfest in two years.
Laurel Hell focuses its gaze on indie music celebrity and constant public scrutiny, as well as loneliness, grief, anticapitalism and self-reflection. From unrequited love to fierce anger to all-consuming loneliness, the songs on this album tackle the full range of human feelings — even allegedly shameful ones.
I became mesmerized by the album cover — a masterpiece right out of Microsoft Paint. The art style made me feel like Sidney Gish got me without even having listened to any other song. From that point on, No Dogs Allowed was in my ears at all times.