Posts Tagged: Rolling Stone
Bryson Tiller made himself known in 2015, when, hailing from the streets of Louisville, KY, the then-twenty-two-year-old singer, rapper, and songwriter posted his debut single “Don’t” on his Soundcloud page, introducing a new style that blends “the urgency of trap music with the smoother sound of alternative R&B.” Subsequently, Tiller released his first album, T R A P S O U L, via RCA....more
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“Yesterday I woke up sucking on lemon,” sings Thom Yorke in the enthralling first song from Radiohead’s groundbreaking 2000 album, Kid A, which Rolling Stone called the “weirdest Number One album of the year.” Take what you will from Yorke’s reference to lemons—their bitterness, the possibility of making lemonade out of them—but the message in the title of this thrumming, synth-centered single is like an uplifting koan....more
Axl Rose has issued Google a takedown notice regarding the “Fat Axl” meme, which uses a shot of the singer performing with Guns N’ Roses in 2010. The notice is operating on the grounds that Guns N’ Roses owns the copyright to all photos taken at the band’s performances, according to a waiver all photographers must sign before any show....more
Should writers blog?
A unified theory of email. TLDR version: There isn’t one.
They aren’t bots. They are people. And they have access to your private information.
It is necessary for some scientists to abandon the passive voice.
Is Internet culture to blame to for the Rolling Stone debacle?...more
Fraternities do not have a monopoly on rapists: not at UVA, not at any frat, not even the deep Southern ones where upwards of 100 guys live in the house. (The plumbing; one shudders.) But: what the fraternity system does collect together is a group of male teenagers who enter their organization through rites of interpersonal physical violence, and who, military-style, reproduce this violence onto each other’s bodies.
We couldn’t remember his name.
We couldn’t remember what he looked like.
We couldn’t remember how many there were.
We changed our story as we began to remember more details.
We changed our story into something we could live with.
As Rolling Stone’s article about rape at the University of Virginia continues to be torn apart, Rumpus Essays Editor Emeritus Roxane Gay writes about the problem of expecting survivors of sexual assault to be models of excellence, to get all the facts right, to have fought hard enough, to be, as she terms it, “good victims.”...more
Along with the other onslaught of reactions to The New Republic’s mass resignation, George Packer offers his own response at the New Yorker, suggesting that the “collapse” (along with the recent Rolling Stone debacle) shows a “crisis” in journalism:
The crisis in journalism is a business crisis, and it’s been going on for twenty years; the outcome remains far from obvious.
The Rolling Stone article “Jahar’s World,” which peered into the life of the Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, has been lauded as one of the best longreads of the year. Now the Boston Globe has put out its own longread on the subject: “The Fall of the House of Tsarnaev.”
The piece excavates not only Dzhokhar’s past but also his brother Tamerlan’s (though it calls into question the notion that Tamerlan was the unilateral ringleader)....more
“Discobiography” might sound like the title of a cheesy 70s memoir, but according to Erich Kuersten it’s the perfect name for the genre in which Lou Reed’s Great American Novel resides....more
You’d think teenage twins Georgia and Patterson Inman, heirs to millions and millions of dollars, would have the easiest lives in the world.
According to this Rolling Stone profile, you’d be wrong:
While their father spent millions on drug binges and extravagances, the children lived like terrified prisoners, kept at bay by a revolving door of some four dozen nannies and caregivers, underfed, undereducated, scarcely noticed except as objects of wrath.