When Lou Reed died late last year, I confessed that I did not own any of his albums on vinyl, but I’ve since rectified that gap in my collection with the recent purchase of New Sensations.
Welcome back to “5 Books with ____,” our ongoing and occasional series looking at what our bookish and clever writers, editors, and readers read and recommend. This week we’re visiting with Stephens, one of our long-time contributors. You may have seen her around in her fabulous and weekly News in Asia recaps, or maybe you’ve caught her recent recap of Elementary, or you were a fan of her look back at Torchwood.
The Style Council is not my favorite Paul Weller incarnation, but even with all its ’80s soul earnestness, I still enjoy the band. I enjoy it even more when I find said music at a bargain price.
So we’re up to 1984 now, huh? Totally tubular, dude! Oh wait…I can’t use the word “tubular,” it’s SO 1982! Read More P-Mag Nostalgia Project: 1984 with April
After the smashing amount of great music to choose from in 1983, 1984 was a little easier for me to narrow down to ten picks. Yes, it’s the year that everyone made the same Orwellian joke, and the year that Van Halen made sure to release that so-titled album in January, but my most-loved songs from this time head in a different direction. Once again, I must point out that I am not trying to make a definitive list of the “Greatest” songs from each year, but rather curate an unnumbered collection of personal favorites, while still attempting to be concise.
On Tuesday, I turned 28. Apparently, the older you get, the more time flies, because I feel like I just turned 18. It doesn’t help that I recently took on a new job in social media at my alma mater, so I am constantly being mistaken for a student when I really just want to take someone’s photo to post on Facebook. Read More ‘The Cosby Show,’ ‘Who’s the Boss,’ and Other Shows that Premiered When I Did
This is the first in a series of three columns, collectively titled Byrnanza, about the work of the musical genius David Byrne over the past thirty years.
I was lucky enough to catch Stop Making Sense in its entirety at the Tyneside Cinema this past weekend. I’d seen bits of pieces of it before, and there’s lots of it on YouTube all chopped up, but I can now safely say that there is NOTHING like watching it from beginning to end.
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I am housesitting for my parents this month and so I have access to my mom’s cookbooks. One of them is a Jell-O cookbook that I fondly remember from when I was growing up. I’m not very old, (Bite your lying tongue! Thirty is not that old!) and I figured that recipes from my childhood would be free from the sort of inexplicable combinations that I’ve grown used to seeing in cookbooks published in the early 1960s. Read More Morbid Curiosity: Vegetable Yogurt Salad