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“Damn, Peggy!”
Lorde’s debut solo album Pure Heroine only grew in popularity after her single “Royals” climbed to the top of the charts. But what draws me back to the album isn't the same thing that makes “Royals” so good.
Gucci Mane has more to celebrate this week than his 38th birthday—which he declared the holiday of “National Guwop Day”—two days ago. The Atlanta–based rapper’s memoir, subtly entitled The Autobiography of Gucci Mane, is now being adapted for the silver screen.
One of my favorite biological anomalies is a medical condition known as synesthesia. People with this condition associate one sense with a different one. To give an example, the smell of lilacs may make a person think of the color blue, for no particular reason at all. It usually appears in intriguing characters of novels as a way to make them more connected with the world around them, but it’s also prevalent among creatives. Though I am not on this plane of existence, I still think there are ways to have different senses compliment one another. One of my recent endeavors into this area recently has been an exploration into combinations of some of my favorite foods with certain songs. Through these sensory experiments, I hope to make each, both song and food, greater than they are alone. Let’s get weird.
I must admit that I was pretty late to the BROCKHAMPTON game. I had listened to SATURATION I and II when they came out and thought that while the projects definitely had their highlights, they were patchy. Let's be real, “SWIM” is just an Owl City song. In the interest of being ~edgy~, I felt pretty good about avoiding the hype train and was absolutely one of those Odd Future fans who felt threatened that there was a new rap collective in town.
In order to prep for Atlanta’s return, we take a look back at one of the best TV show soundtracks of the decade. The TV show is created and produced by Donald Glover (aka Childish Gambino), so it isn’t exactly a surprise that the Grammy–nominated musician would curate such an incredible collection of songs.
Curated by the one and only Kendrick Lamar, Black Panther: The Album by Various Artists is finally here. Featuring songs that either appear in the eponymous film or are inspired by it, the record is an outstanding celebration of black culture and musical talent. A track–by–track review:
Like the rest of the world, Penn students have many different ways to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Some go on nice dates or reflect on lost love, while others argue about whether the whole holiday is an example of consumerism run amuck.
While it might be painful to hear that Justin Timberlake has seen better days, there’s something to be said for the fact that the most memorable part of the Super Bowl halftime show was Ryan McKenna, the “selfie kid.” For Justin, the halftime performance was a story of redemption. Like the Eagles, he was an underdog. The Janet Jackson wardrobe malfunction at his last performance (over 14 years ago) was long gone, but never forgotten. At the half, he performed to give fans something new to talk about, but we’re not so sure the post–performance gossip is what he was aiming for.
It’s easy to listen to Amy Winehouse and get lost in her voice. Few artists have a sound that somehow rings with both ugly affect and enviable ease. Her lyrics are raw and simple, her stories are relatable, and her early death haunts her songs with a sadness that makes pressing pause an impossibility.
Much has been ado about the Super Bowl halftime show since JT’s severely lackluster–and quite honestly, amateur—performance last Sunday. Prince was a projection and not a hologram as promised, there was no NSYNC reunion, and Timberlake wore possibly the most bland and confusing halftime show outfit ever. When JT ran into the stands in his not–so–grand finale, even the audience members had no clue what was going on. Needless to say, it would have taken another wardrobe malfunction (sorry, Janet) in order to bring some color into that black hole of a spectacle.
We've all been there before. You wake up feeling like today's gonna be a great day, but reality comes in and gives you a curveball. It could be a rough exam, a breakup, or a bad day at the gym. It could even be something small, like getting cold called in lecture when you have no clue what's going on. Whatever the cause, there are lots of reasons why your confidence might need a little pick–me–up. If you're looking for some uplifting hip–hop full of self–confidence, Street's got you covered. Just remember The World Is Yours, and sometimes you just gotta make sure to Keep Ya Head Up.
With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, there’s no doubt everyone is itching to get in the mood. Therefore, Street has compiled a list of killer tunes to make your special night—with your lover, your Valentine, or a fun, flirty new stranger you met off Tinder—go exactly as planned. On this list, you’ll find fast songs, slow songs, and of course, sensual ones. We have hooked you up with nearly two hours worth of music, but if you’re looking for a quick in and out, read on for Street’s top five picks.
You’re not crazy if you hear Daniel Caesar’s “Best Part” and feel a sudden urge to fall in love. While some songs stimulate greater feelings than others, the scientific tie between music and emotions, such as love, is very real. Hearing music produces a litany of internal neurological processes, unlocking various emotional experiences.
We've all heard it before: it's not cool to like pop music. Let's take a look at the Spotify USA Top 50 as of now (because in my opinion, this is a much more accurate representation of what people are listening to than the Billboard or iTunes charts): the top 15 songs are all rap or hip–hop, with one quasi–pop track thrown in at #6 ("Mine" by Bazzi), which will likely soon be driven out by the juggernaut of a record that is Black Panther: The Album. The first true pop song clocks in at #22, "Never Be the Same" by Camila Cabello.
PHILLY DILLY! (Did I do that right??) As the city has been throwing a week–long party in the wake of the Eagles' Sunday Super Bowl win, getting in the Philly spirit hasn't been too difficult. From storming Broad Street after the game to the darty—I mean, parade—Jim Kenney threw for us on Thursday, it's been impossible to escape the throaty chants and off-key crooning of fans across the city. The official victory chant "Fly, Eagles, Fly" has been deliciously interspersed with verses of Meek Mills' "Dreams and Nightmares" more times than your ears would have thought imaginable. I know you're definitely not tired of either of those songs yet, but get this: there are loads of great (and some not so great) Philly related songs out there. A whole playlist worth, in fact. We've got everything from your throw back faves (Boyz II Men, Hall and Oates) to lesser known babes (Japanese Breakfast, Whitney, The War on Drugs). Oh, and also, pretty much every song ever to have Philadelphia in the title.
The college love culture has nothing to do with love at all. Intimacy is based around one–night stands and stories of passionate sex that flitter away with each new weekend. It is rare that we, as college students, talk to someone we are interested in about what it means to feel vulnerable, to be wanted, and feel safety in the grasp of a lover. These topics stay in the shadows, lingering in our minds as fantasies constricted by communal expectations. Mike Milosh, lead singer and leader of Rhye, an LA–based group focusing on transient disco funk and romantic ballads, brings these issues out of the shadows in their new album Blood. Through the 11–song album, Milosh brings to the forefront themes of solace and comfort in a relationship in a manner that makes you want to sway with your S/O on a dimly lit dance floor, but does not dive much deeper than that.
The hours after the Eagles’ Super Bowl win were a blur. As a sea of green and white clad fans—some die hard, some fresh on the bandwagon—ran through the city towards Broad Street and City Hall, the city’s morale was at an all–time high and inhibitions were at an all–time low. Fireworks ricocheted off the city buildings lining the street, raining green crystals down on the crowd and filling the air with a sulfurous smoke. Traffic lights were knocked down and their lights kicked out. The Ritz’ awning fell with about as much grace as Tom Brady when he (finally!) got sacked in the fourth quarter.
Every Valentine’s Day, there’s an overwhelming emptiness that creeps into the hearts of single people. Cuffing season has been canceled, and the countless PDAs and DFMOs visible on campus and off elicit many a cringe and stinging pangs of jealousy. One wants what one can’t have. Fortunately (or really, unfortunately), Street decided it would be a great idea to make a playlist of lonesome songs for single people for the 14th of February—because why not twist the knife a little further?
Following my Master of None phase (actually I think that phase is still alive and well), I started to explore Italian music. Since a small town in Italy is the setting for the first couple episodes of the second season, the show's music supervisor, Zach Cowie, incorporated lots of Italian music into the series. I used the songs from the soundtrack as my base and let Spotify's recommended songs and artists take me from there. I discovered that just about all Italian music is beautiful. It might be the lovely Italian language or the delicate–but–cheery instrument use, but all Italian music just makes me happy. Do I know what any of the words mean? Not one. Does it matter? Not a bit.