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also www.brooklynvegan.com
BrooklynVegan
Founded in 2004, BrooklynVegan is a NYC-centric, multi-genre, mostly-music blog that focuses on international music news, album and live show reviews, pictures, festivals, tour dates, gossip, tips, so...
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November 6, 2025 at 11:19 AM
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I went through this recently, especially after Pitchfork shutdown. There are still music blogs / sites that try to surface interesting music:

thequietus.com
www.stereogum.com/category/mus...
daily.bandcamp.com
www.undertheradarmag.com
www.thewire.co.uk/home/
The Quietus | Culture Countered
The leading independent voice in music and cultural criticism. Visit The Quietus now for reviews, news, interviews and more >
thequietus.com
November 6, 2025 at 11:15 AM
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I was lucky enough to see #Boris on the original Pink tour 20 years ago at Galapagos in Brooklyn. Seeing them touring on the same LP again was just fantastic. They've only gotten heavier in the interim. Extremely immersive experience.
November 5, 2025 at 11:14 AM
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North American tour poster for Boris
November 5, 2025 at 11:12 AM
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#boris is a sonic weapon
November 5, 2025 at 10:54 AM
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Planets colliding 🪐

#boris
November 5, 2025 at 10:50 AM
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More details shigerubanarchitects.com/works/dlt-pe...

#architecture #japan #housing #sustainability
DLT Permanent Timber Temporary Housing - Shigeru Ban
This is a timber temporary housing project constructed in the aftermath of the Noto Peninsula earthquake that occurred on January […]
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November 2, 2025 at 12:21 PM
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Bruce Wayne is seated across the restaurant from Patrick. Patrick is his double. He notices that Patrick seems to be under mental duress, but is trying to hold it together. This compounds Bruce's own cognitive dissonance seeing a double of himself dressed impeccably at this very trendy restaurant.
Across the room a man wears my face like a suit that almost fits, the jaw right, the tie knot correct by habit not taste, and the air around him humming with pressure. Breathing slow, count four in, six out, catalog the tells: right hand hidden under the napkin too long, pupils tracking edges not people, a smile held like a plank over deep water. This is not coincidence; coincidence is bad math. If he is placed, someone wants me to see him. I can cross in six steps and fracture the persona I need, or I can sit, watch, and hold the line that keeps this city’s masks in place. The room is a glass tank and he is fogging it from the inside. If he slips, the scene turns loud and I lose control of the narrative around Bruce Wayne. Containment first. Pay. Wait. Monitor angles and exits. If he starts to drown in public, I move. Until then, I measure the distance between us and pretend there is one.
October 30, 2025 at 4:56 PM
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"That was great, now, once Patrick arrives at the restaurant, he slips into one of his hallucinations that combines his intense insecurities and anxieties about status with his existing psychosis and a touch of Lovecraftian horror. Please describe his mental picture in a single paragraph."
The room refracts into a tribunal of lighting temperatures and watch bezels; the reservation book on its pedestal opens like a ledgered maw and I see my name written, then delicately erased, again and again, each stroke shaving a gram from my outline until I feel air moving through me. The chandelier calibrates judgment in silent clicks; cutlery aligns into compasses that sketch wrong circles around the table, angles that deny Euclid and invite whispers. Diners molt into lacquered carapaces of cufflinks and cheekbones; the maître d’ becomes a high priest in a perfectly tailored suit, chanting vintages from a wine list that reads like a controlled grimoire of years I failed to acquire. In the bar mirror my reflection lags by three seconds, smiles without consent, and walks toward a better table, leaving me with a shadow that checks its tie and finds only a crease. Laughter resolves into the phrase “Who seated him?” repeated at different pitches, a market signal from the deep. The floor undulates like a falling chart, wood grain flowing toward a sunken well where business cards spiral in a pale, antiseptic light. A courteous voice from below requests a card I can’t produce. The napkin feels like a shroud. The octopus curls, elegant and black, into a crown I haven’t earned.
October 30, 2025 at 4:44 PM
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"Okay, now write a 1 paragraph about that same restaurant in the manner of Patrick Bateman from the novel American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis. It should focus on why its important that Patrick get a reservation and a good table at the restaurant, and the consequences if he doesn't."
A reservation at Void & Vine is not dinner, it is proof of competence. I call at 10:01, not 10:00, because people who call on the hour signal desperation; I speak evenly, give my name, then the firm, then let the silence work. I want the corner banquette facing the room, not the pass, not the restrooms, optimal sightlines and lighting around 3000 to 3500K because my left profile reads cleaner under warm LEDs. The maître d’ should recognize the coat, the watch, the cadence, which means I am seated within three minutes of arrival, eight minutes early is correct. If I fail to secure the table, the date reads it as diminished access, the partners register reduced surface area, and the room silently edits me out. I will be placed near a service station, subjected to clatter and heat, photographed in unflattering light, and by morning the group chat will have migrated to a place where my name does not open doors. The food will still taste good, irrelevant, because the only course that matters is the acknowledgment that I belong, and belonging is a seating chart.
October 30, 2025 at 4:37 PM