Happy anniversary. I need these guys to reconcile with Tim Smith, like, yesterday.
So to seek answers within ye—answers that do not involve fucking Stormy Daniels lookalikes while tripping on DMT, at least—feels foolish. And maybe Kanye West doesn’t owe us answers. Maybe we cared way too much, projecting all that genius onto a guy who wore shutter shades and never missed an opportunity for a mayonnaise pun. Maybe it created a dynamic that’s turned out to be actively toxic to both music and politics. Maybe we should abolish the word “genius,” or just find heroes who give a shit. But I can admit that after ye ended unceremoniously the third or fourth time, I put on “Family Business,” and I thought about the kid from Chicago who wanted to be the biggest rapper in the world, who now lives in an empty-looking concrete mansion in Calabasas, who has stopped trying.
so KIDS SEE GHOSTS is the best thing to come out of yeezy season 2018 so far then
I was browsing the BSO/Tanglewood schedule the other day and being very jealous of my friend who spends her summers there and gets to see everything for free and doesn’t invite me up.
Lots of Bernstein for his centennial, The Emerson doing all the Beethoven quartets, Ades conducting Ades w/ Christian Tetzlaff and Sibelius 5, Britten’s Four Sea Interludes, etc etc. Dang.
Also some pop music for the olds. Stills and Collins, Croz, Ry Cooder and Emmylou (that’d be a dope show actually), the og JT. On and on.
https://www.bso.org/Performance/Listing?pageNo=0&perPage=10&brands=6427