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Remember Yourself?

Lauren Flax is the kind of person that people crowd around because she’s a shining light—there’s no other way to describe her. She’ll tell you she’s just a person, she’ll talk like she has no idea how talented she is, but secretly she’s some kind of Brooklyn Seraphim.

A Mash Note Written in a Foreign Language

From the very beginning, Here We Go Magic has had a life of its own. Founder and frontman Luke Temple was in the middle of a robust solo career when he came up with the evocative phrase as a catch-all for a certain kind of arresting, unpolished musical aesthetic—specifically the one on his early four-track demos.

Remembering Early American Electronic Music

Two of the most innovative American periodicals of the later 1960s were Aspen (1965–1971) and Source (1966–1974). Departing emphatically from the norm not only in content but also in design, both publications presented new writing and art in extremely creative packaging.

Sounds in the Dark: Two New Late-Night Talk Shows Embody Old-Time Radio in the Digital Age

On a recent Monday afternoon, Dave Perlis and Andy Theodorou were interviewing a 106-year-old Polish parapsychologist named Dr. Alexander Imich in his apartment on the Upper West Side. A soft-spoken man with a wizardly streak of white running through his gray hair, Imich was sitting amidst stacks of New Age magazines (Life Extension, The Fortean Times) and a small pile of cutlery, bent—allegedly—by the gaze of Uri Geller, the famous psychic.

The Thrill of Confinement: Bonnie "Prince" Billy

Will Oldham was in Oahu when I called him from my home in Fayetteville, Arkansas. “I brought my mother here for the harshest month of February,” he explained. I heard the coo of exotic-sounding birds in the background, which made for an awkward juxtaposition against the buzzing chorus of chainsaws outside my window.

Don’t Shoot the Player Piano: Céleste Boursier-Mougenot Taps into Unplayed Musical Realms

Without a pianist at the bench, pianos can foray into wildly perplexing terrain.

A Good Bad Trip: Meshuggah, Cynic, and the Faceless at the Fillmore

On February 19, a storm that had been brewing in the popular music underground struck New York City, in the form of an uproarious concert at the Fillmore by three forward-thinking bands: Meshuggah, Cynic, and the Faceless.

Telepathe’s Plea for You to “Dance, Mother”

The Brooklyn-based band Telepathe (pronounced “telepathy”) is trying to get you to get down. With all the hype the duo has received, they still deliver sonically, using airy vocals, choppy, mesmerizing rhythms, and a touch of feminine wiles.


The Brooklyn Rail

APRIL 2009

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