the rise of a southern princess: doechii's alligator bites never heal

two roads diverge in a musical wood: should an artist make a break for true self-expression and risk alienating their fanbase? or have they locked themselves in a prison of their own making?

monthly mix: august 2024

bushwick smoke shops are ARMY too?

the sun is setting.... it's time to say goodbye and come inside.... lament the end of summer... please mourn with me as i revisit my august playlist.

the new world tour: an ode to house parties

house parties in your twenties are a peculiar kind of magic. they’re gloriously chaotic, unsanctioned celebrations, steered only by the whims of whoever's on aux. these parties are less about structure and more about the feeling of something alive and uncontainable, a dance floor liberated from the confines of genre or expectation. 

but one truth endures: no house party is complete without childish gambino.

i can have some magdalena bay, as a treat

have you ever indulged in a charcuterie board in the sanctuary of your own home?

does somos sur include american southerners? for my sake, i hope so

when i was in chile a bit ago, my local contacts exercised some of the finest hospitality i’ve ever experienced and did me the massive favor of introducing me to a new artist. it generally takes me a bit to fall in love with someone new.

but.

monthly mix: july 2024

*dusts hands off* let's gooooo! here's what i was listening to this month while hopping parties and bars #YOLO