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Songs for Swinging Babies

I’m not a witch; I’m you. Like you, I want to make sure that my musical taste is informed but not stiff, critically based but wide-ranging, privately elite in feel. And I want to make sure I can imprint that taste on my baby, so that not only will she be the hippest among her peers, but that her hipness will reflect back on me. Yes, I’m you: a Brooklyn parent.

Further Out of Time

Listening to the Calgary band Women is an uneasy experience. The band has released two albums, a self-titled debut in 2008 and last year’s Public Strain, both of which are marked by an atmosphere of sustained tension.


Well, it’s summer again, and the number of festivals and outdoor concerts in the city has more than doubled.

Visitation Rites

I first heard I Feel Tractor at Matchless in 2005, less than a year after I’d moved to Greenpoint from Fayetteville, Arkansas.

Shamanic Rites on Wall Street

The curious nomad’s wanderings are frequently rewarded: Exotic trumpet flowers bloom behind deserted streets, in darkness. The trick—and luck—is finding them.

Embracing A New, Unforgotten Future

It’s 2003 all over again, and no, no, please exhale—I’m not talking about any kind of reprise of the Bush years. The Brooklyn-based “antique-garde” ensemble Piñataland is at it again.

It Became Part of My Rock ’n’ Roll Fantasy

From Marlon Brando’s role as an outlaw biker in The Wild One to the Ramones’ brick-wall shot for the cover of their first album, the black-leather motorcycle jacket has been a reliable symbol of rebellion.


The Brooklyn Rail

JUL-AUG 2011

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