Just Dance
Well, that’s the point of being alone—it’s not anything to do with you. It’s about being something in someone else’s life, and no one ever knows the difference, or the…
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Albums of Our Lives: Vampire Weekend’s Modern Vampires of the City
Could the idea of a god be reconciled with the things I saw around me? This question obsessed me in my last month in Cambodia.
The Rumpus Interview with Kathleen Spivack
Poet Kathleen Spivack discusses releasing her debut novel Unspeakable Things at age seventy-seven.
A Year in the Life: Deadlines, A Love Story
Deadlines make me crazy. They cause me anxiety, sleepless nights, and self-hatred, but they also make me work very hard, and to manage to always, somehow, so far, pull it off.
Sound & Vision: June Millington
Allyson McCabe talks to June Millington of Fanny, the first all-female rock band to release an album on a major label.
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club Chat With Camille Rankine
The Rumpus Poetry Book Club chats with Camille Rankine about her new book Incorrect Merciful Impulses, history, and trying to be a writer every day.
The Saturday Rumpus Interview: Angela Flournoy
My ambition is personal. I don’t think I need to succeed so that the race can succeed.
Sound Takes: Keep Talking
There are little easter eggs all over the album that suggest, maybe, the stories Dances are telling aren't quite as simple as they sound.
Fan Fiction
When two fans tweeted Florence Welch (of the indie rock band Florence + the Machine) about starting a book club, they never imagined she’d say yes. The Guardian explains the…
Like Nancy Sinatra on a Psych-Grunge Bender
With her signature ’72 Fender Mustang in hand, Connecticut-based musician Lys Guillorn makes music that’s been described as “like Nancy Sinatra on a psych-grunge bender.” Here’s a taste, with a preview of “Sunny…
Albums of Our Lives: Beck’s Odelay
A friend once showed me his dad’s copy of the Beatles's White Album and said you could find secret messages hidden in the lyrics. I tried to look for the same things in Odelay, but it resisted.
Goodbye, Starman
It’s not an exaggeration to say that Bowie saved my life on more than one occasion. And now that he’s gone, I’m at a loss again.