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Jane
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Jun 14, 2013 •
Sometimes I drink so much that I give myself FOMO, because I’m like, “I was there, but I don’t remember anything. Did I miss a lot of stuff? Hello? Does anyone remember anything? Did I pee in public? Did anyone even wake up yet? Nevermind.” And then I realize that everyone was blacked out because...
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Chad
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Jun 11, 2013 •
June 6th 2013 I wake up to a clicking that sounds as if someone is consistently cracking their knuckles. I poke my head up from my make shift pillow with rolled up towel (for extra support of course) no ones moving, no one’s cracking and I lay my head back down to immediately hear the...
Um, so, yea, as we mentioned a few weeks ago, we post poetry-type-stuff here sometimes (especially when we haven’t had the time to do a full feature and are transitioning into working from home). If you’d prefer to just read my essays about sex, relationships, and music, that’s okay too, I won’t be offended. Enjoy?...
(all photos by Rick Rodney) When I was in high school I started an on-going document of all of my most favorite sad songs (yes, a document, this was pre-playlists, I actually carved it into several slabs of stone and they were very heavy especially when I had to carry them to school barefoot in...
(all photos by Isabel Arcelia Trujillo) Peace (ed note: the UK one not the Vancouver one, whom we also love dearly) was the first act on the last day of Sasquatch, a 4-fucking-day-long festival. It was raining and everyone was wearing ponchos. The Canadians had gone home because they don’t celebrate Memorial Day. All of...
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Yasi
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May 29, 2013 •
Introducing our newest column, Free Weed’s Free Texts, which was born of a text convo that I had half-asleep with Rikky Gage of White Fang/The Memories/Gnar Tapes/best jean vest game in the biz. Here’s the latest in free texts from Free Weed:
by
Jane
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May 28, 2013 •
At the risk of sounding dramatic (who am I kidding, I’m basically an honorary theater geek minus the billowy blouses and pirate hats), I think I’ve overdosed on therapy. As I result, I’m finding it increasingly more challenging to relate to, tolerate, or even surface-level enjoy the company of other lesser-psychoanalyzed individuals. This isn’t so...
by
Yasi
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May 28, 2013 •
(group photo by Nathaniel Wood, live photos by Rick Rodney) Here are some things you will not learn about Tijuana Panthers from this extraordinarily well-thought-out and well-executed interview: childhood friends Daniel Michicoff, Chad Wachtel, and Phil Shaheen are kind of the unicorns of garage/surf punk/whatever-the-fuck-adjective-is-hip-now scene. They are well-groomed and polite and clean-looking (I didn’t...
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Jane
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May 23, 2013 •
Over the weekend I flew to New York with my boyfriend, the lead singer of legendary LA hardcore band Strife, to attend a two-day festival at Webster Hall, which he was invited to be a part of. As the title of this article indicates, today’s tutorial is about how to blend in at said show...
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Yasi
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May 21, 2013 •
Introducing our newest column, Free Weed’s Free Texts, which was born of a text convo that I had half-asleep with Rikky Gage of White Fang/The Memories/Gnar Tapes/best jean vest game in the biz. Here’s the first in what will hopefully be a series of many (because I’m lonely and like getting texts): Related:...
“Ty’s Tunes” is our new weekly column from Ty Segall, musician, cat-father, and future President of the Universe. Each week Ty will put you on to a song you HAVE to know about to make your life feel complete (unless you’ve already heard it, in which case congratulations you’re cooler than us. Here’s a cookie)....
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erika
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May 16, 2013 •
(photo by Sara Nataf) Being a girl at a Danny Brown concert is rough. The day after his show in New York, all I kept reading about was how the world was clutching its collective pearls over the crowd chanting “Suck his dick” at Kitty Pryde during her set. I was there. Let’s talk through...