Molly Mary O'Brien's music musings.
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I try to avoid feeling too parasocial about my pop stars but I have to say it: I'm proud of Charli XCX. She must be feeling incredible right now in the wake of the release of Brat. A spiky Roman phalanx of fans flooding their social media timelines
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Sometimes it's fun to trace a particular musical enjoyment back to its origins. For example, why was I at the Cheekface show last week? Well... I'd seen the band name bantered around "music Twitter" a bit but did not investigate... ...then writer Jami Fowler
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One year of I Enjoy Music in the books!! Wow! I wanted to write something to celebrate this 12-month milestone, and to look at what I'm trying to do with this internet publication going forward. You cannot escape my metablogging. A year ago I published a couple of
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Greetings earthlings. I'm working on a consistent kind of newsletter format for the blog in addition to just plain blogging. Something that won't clutter yr inboxes too severely, mostly a recap of recent posts, but with a bit of freestyle content and "news you can
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I write to you, May 20th 2024, feeling something stirring in the air. The grasses are rustling, the crows are cawing, the meerkats are looking around with great interest. We've been at a weird point in popular culture for a while where, thanks to the decay of legacy
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Yesterday a curious video came across my desk (Twitter feed). A young white man who looks a bit like Steve Albini's zoomer son stood with his head poking out of a vehicle that was parked in the middle of what appeared to be the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan.
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I am freshly returned from the Kilby Block Party music festival, slightly crisp with sunburn and foggy of mind. The fest took place in gorgeous Salt Lake City, Utah, home of the Kilby Court all-ages music venue (the fest commemorated 25 years of venue operations) and also of the longest
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Back with a megamix grab bag blog. If a grab bag's your bag, go on 'n' grab it. I ♥ Big Dumb EDM It was a few minute to midnight on a Sunday night, and the second-to-last song of Coachella was playing in the Sahara tent. A
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I came back from my half-Coachella this week, half of a shell of a woman. Post-fest comedowns are brutal, and though none will top Coachella 2018's—in which I found myself crying in the rain outside of a Park Slope Verizon store (which I had just visited because