• Griffin Plaag

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    on the death of indie rock icon david berman

    September 13, 2019
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    Trigger Warning: Suicide, depression The afternoon that David Berman killed himself found me hastily throwing unfolded clothes into a duffel bag for a trip down to the Blue Ridge Mountains by way of Williamsburg, VA. The day before, I’d finally gotten around to putting an ear on the self-titled release from his newest band, Purple […]

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    cultural picks for late night

    April 5, 2019
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    “The neons and the cigarettes” When I arrived at Brown University three years ago, I didn’t have friends. I mean, I’d had friends —past tense—but here, immured in the red brick walls of a main green, under the skyline of an alien city, I felt completely and utterly alone. Sure, there were plenty of orientation […]

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    ’90s emo music: a quick cure for valentine’s day loneliness

    February 8, 2019
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    It’s Valentine’s Day—that unique yearly moment when we gather together, buy each other cheap Hallmark cards (or maybe a heart-shaped box of those plastic-tasting Russell Stover chocolates), and declare our undying love for whomever we happen to be dating/hooking up with/crushing on at this particular run through the calendar. But, for a moment, let’s forget […]

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    Mariah Carey Throws Caution to the Wind

    November 30, 2018
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    The average young person knows exactly three things about Mariah Carey:   (1) She constituted half of the most perplexingly turbulent inter-judge relationship ever to grace American Idol, spending most of its twelfth season picking fights with fellow panelist Nicki Minaj. (This is often cited as foreshadowing for the current Nicki Minaj vs. Cardi B […]

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    A Musical Exegesis of Julia Holter’s Aviary

    November 16, 2018
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    I, like many other musically minded people with an at least moderate inclination toward aesthetic observation, have a thing for the city at night. Did that sound pretentious? That’s good; it was meant to. Understanding the appeal of art-pop musician Julia Holter’s meandering and frustratingly abstract discography requires one to put on the cap of […]