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We All Have to Say Goodbye: A Mix for Whitney, And For Ourselves

We All Have to Say Goodbye: A Mix for Whitney, And For Ourselves

It’s going to be spring soon. Pretty soon it’s going to be balmy and we’ll be able to expose our pale skin to the sun and sit in the park. We’ll drink our coffee on ice, rather than using it to heat our numb fingertips. Hopefully we’ll stop being so damn sad. It’s not spring...
[OVERSHARE] Cloud Nothings' 'Attack On Memory,' Or, What Happens When You Stop Being So Sad

[OVERSHARE] Cloud Nothings’ ‘Attack On Memory,’ Or, What Happens When You Stop Being So Sad

I’m never sure things have gotten as bad as they really can until my entire life goes silent. It’s a funny thing for someone like me—a person who has made her life and livelihood out of the enjoyment, love, and understanding of music—to suddenly be unable to listen. That’s exactly what happens in the hardest...