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Crumb Share Video for New Song “Trophy”: Watch

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The Brooklyn-based psychedelic rock band Crumb—the quartet of Lila Ramani, Bri Aronow, Jesse Brotter, and Jonathan Gilad—have returned with a new song. “Trophy” arrives with a new music video directed by Haoyan of America and featuring animations by Truba Animation. Watch it below.

The new song and video are the first taste of new music from Crumb since the release of their 2019 album Jinx. Read Pitchfork’s 2019 Rising interview with the band, “Crumb’s Psychedelic Rock Is Eerie, Disorienting, Trippy—Just Don’t Call It Chill.”



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Emily Segal Can See the Future

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Emily Segal. Photos by Dana Boulos.

Emily Segal is sizing up the future. Ultra-spicy food, melody-less music, and hallucinogenic shrooms zoom down the pipeline of her metatrend report. How foregone are these conclusions? Segal’s consultancy, Nemesis, says in its COVID-era “DOOM!” report that trends as we know them may be ending, eclipsed by “mega-trends” like climate change. Her Nemesis co-founder Martti Kalliala says trends are over once they’re fit to print, akin to destructive tests in a science lab, or tourists self-photographing in a super bloom. Things often seem obvious in hindsight. In 2014, Segal and her fellow members of the trend forecasting collective K-HOLE rode the riptide of their report on normcore, which was so endlessly referenced and think-pieced that the word was shortlisted for the Oxford Dictionary’s Word of the Year. Segal has since cofounded Deluge, a literary press pledging to publish books that are at once experimental and readable. Its first release is her own auto-fictional debut: Mercury Retrograde.

Emily Segal, the character, commutes in reverse. She takes the train a single stop from her tiny East Village apartment to Disneyfying Williamsburg for an internet startup job where she is neither artist nor marketer—“a smoothie of contemporary nothing.” As the perennial hamster wheels of New York’s culture cycle turn her cynical and hyperactive, she plots her escape from the company. The Emily Segal I met with over video call is a novelist, wearing white from her home in L.A.

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CHARLIE JANELLE FREIBERG: You recently spoke with the How Long Gone boys about how working out with a kettlebell became part of your book-writing process. What’s your regimen these days?

EMILY SEGAL: I’ve been doing the thing that people in L.A. do, which is going for “hikes” in scare quotes. It’s exactly what I rolled my eyes at when there was this mass exodus of art people from New York to L.A., and everyone was discovering juicing, which I thought was beyond inane.

FREIBERG: Now you’re “doing the meme” along with them, as your character would say.

SEGAL: Wow, definitely. Now I’m one of them. I’m probably a delusional L.A. bimbo now.

FREIBERG: I see that the Deluge Books Instagram posted a photo of a guy peeing on experimental lit that’s boring. How would you like Deluge to impact the genre?

SEGAL: We’re trying to think beyond what conventional genres do. The literary world tends to either fetishize writing that’s difficult for the sake of being difficult or will hit you over the head in the most obvious way possible. We see a Venn diagram of work that’s inventive and strange and work that’s fun and binge-y. There’s an idea that those two things can’t coexist. A lot of the books that I love and that my co-founders love already exist at that intersection. 

FREIBERG: How did you and your co-founders birth the project? 

SEGAL: I’d been barking up the tree of a more traditional path for publishing Mercury Retrograde when COVID hit, and I started thinking about how tricky it would be in this new landscape. I was deep in conversation with Hannah Baer and Cyrus Dunham about their respective books, and I thought, “Maybe we could start a press together,” and we just decided to go for it. It turns out that it’s very straightforward. Perhaps not as straightforward was I thought when I was first Googling, but self-deception is required when starting out. I was like, “Cool. It’s super easy to start a religion or a publishing company.”

I found all these tools that turn texts into books and get them to people quickly, whereas in the traditional literary world it takes years and years to get anything published. It’s like Downton Abbey: super rarefied etiquette, very slow and uptight. They want to get books publicized in X number of media outlets and to make sure that Y moms across the country read it in their book club, and maybe post about it on Pinterest as the most advanced web-related thing. At the same time, music, fashion, and TV are readily borrowing from one another, and willing to interpenetrate and be multidisciplinary. It’s as if literature is stuck in like, 1992, and isn’t getting into the mix.

FREIBERG: I want to go back to your early years when you were studying comp lit in Providence. What piqued your interest in culture and trends?

SEGAL: It was a survival strategy for me. I grew up in New York, and I went to this really fancy school where literally 12-year-olds were wearing Dolce & Gabbana, which I didn’t have, but my ability to understand what all of those codes meant helped me function. I had always been pretty obsessed with fashion and fashion magazines, and have a frighteningly strong retention ability, so It was easy for me to remember everything about every designer and every model and what was written about where.

Then when I was a teenager I found myself wanting things before they were popularly available. I remember thinking, “Ooh, paisley!” or “Ooh, ballet flats with tons of necklaces!” or whatever, like an Olsens meme. I would become fixated on it, and then a year-and-a-half later, it would be popular. It felt a bit spooky.

FREIBERG: Like a premonition, almost.

SEGAL: I mean, it wasn’t very deep. What we’re talking about is consumer desire. I definitely wasn’t alone in being a teenager who was obsessed with clothes or things that I thought would make my look or identity complete. It’s more that once I noticed that feedback loop, it made me think there might be a mechanism I could tap into.

Then I read Pattern Recognition by William Gibson in college. I was obsessed with Cayce Pollard, the main character, and it made me want to figure out a way to have a career that was modeled after hers. It’s kind of funny, because she’s actually in mortal danger in the whole book. Her ability to tune into the heart of what people want and to understand why something may or may not happen is related to her being very traumatized, but I didn’t think of it in those terms at the time. It’s sort of like people who want to be like Gordon Gekko from Wall Street or something.

FREIBERG: Your character in Mercury Retrograde describes compiling images for the company she works for, like a silver blob engulfing a silver cube, or the Fibonacci sequence superimposed on Sonic the Hedgehog. Where’d you first start mood-boarding?

SEGAL: For me, it was intimately related to my use of the website Are.na.

FREIBERG: Charles Broskoski’s platform.

SEGAL: That’s right. Charles is one of my best friends, and I’ve been using it the since its inception. There was a relationship between Internet surf clubs, early Internet artists, people just blogging, some archival, fetish-y, early-2000s energy, and Are.na. All of those things kind of came together. I started using it as a platform for doing visual research, collecting and storing my own images, finding other people’s. K-HOLE used it for research the whole time we were working together. I still use it as part of my practice for Nemesis.

FREIBERG: You’re now a novelist who has this ornate visual language, when visuals from Instagram and the like are embedded in our everyday life. Is there something to translating that into words?

SEGAL: Definitely. I think “genre writers” in cyberpunk and science fiction and fantasy have often done it better than “literary fiction writers.” But there’s also people like Edith Wharton from the 19th century whose visual descriptions are super, super tight. I’ve made a career out of the specificity of cultural signals. I pay a lot of attention to aesthetics, and I definitely want to translate that into my writing. Every image holds a poem, almost.

I also love when outfits are really specific in books because I just think it’s fun to read about. When people’s physicality is overexplained, it’s like trying to thread the needle in your mind’s eye to exactly what the author was intending, whereas if the author is like, “It’s a shredded medium blue denim jacket,” you don’t have to strain to picture it, but it still gives you a lot of texture.

FREIBERG: Your book features an aura reader, tarot cards with a recurring devil figure, and horoscopes, not to mention an astrological title. What role does mysticism play in the book?

SEGAL: Growing up I read my horoscope in teen magazines, and was obsessed with whatever it said: “A Scorpio is going to experience this this month.” I always loved that. I didn’t have a deeper relationship to it for many years, until 2013 when I started this research project on astrology, weather, and sleep for a friend of mine. I was trying to understand what “energy” meant in a more New Age frame. I started following Chani Nicholas, and her teacher Demetra George, and Robert Hand.

I wasn’t really fluent in it until about a year-and-a-half ago, when I had a reading with a friend of a friend. We got into a long conversation about the relationship between trend forecasting and astrological forecasting, especially because there was a Venus retrograde coming up; a reversal of fashion trends and what was considered beautiful. He started tutoring me. That’s when I broke through.

Astrology is star lore, the mythopoetic system that’s associated with the heavens. I don’t exactly use it to forecast trends in a direct way. It’s not really an A-to-B type thing. It’s not like a client is asking me to look into something, and then I pull up a chart for it and do an astrological analysis. It’s more like there are concurrent strands. They’re both languages that I speak, and so they inform one another in the soup of my research.

FREIBERG: You penned an essay last year as part of Nemesis called The Umami Theory of Value, which posits umami as the stuff that makes up the experience economy.

SEGAL: We were trying to look at a consumption paradigm that had to do with immaterial experiences being considered prestigious or premium. The idea that there’s no “there” there sometimes needs to be said explicitly. I definitely have been fascinated with immateriality. I think that anyone who flirts with conceptual art is.

“Experience is a hoax” is a line from an Alice Notley poem that’s one of the epigraphs to my book, and that really spoke to me for a few reasons. One is that the poem that it’s pulled from has to do with the way that men bamboozle young women into thinking they need their input because they have more experience.

FREIBERG: I drew some parallels between Emily and Anna Weiner from her recent memoir Uncanny Valley. Both she and your character seek to understand the psychoses of their bosses, at companies where it seems it’s often women who are burdened to do so.

This fetishizing of maleness and not knowing if you want to fuck, marry, or kill the men in your sphere was something I was trying to work on in the book. But then also, because I was writing autofiction that was riffing on certain real experiences of mine to create a fiction, I thought the idea that experience itself was a hoax was a fitting phrase.

FREIBERG: In the book, Emily recognizes the power of pareidolia when pitching logos to her boss, then reflects on how her grandfather never wanted to romanticize the inanimate. Where do you fall?

SEGAL: Hmm. In the book, the grandfather doesn’t care what happens to his ashes, being like, “I don’t give a shit. I’ll be dead.” I personally believe in the power of images. Their magic, their multivalence. Whether that’s sentimental or not, I can’t say.



A Karaoke Obsessive Is Ready to Sing Again

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An illustration that was once commissioned specifically for the author’s birthday party.
Illustration: Nancy Pappas

During the final minutes of March 5, 2020, three friends and I were drunk on the afterglow of a Celine Dion concert and too many martinis. Having just seen Dion perform in Brooklyn, we hopped in an Uber and headed straight to Koreatown, stumbling into Gagopa Karaoke around 1:30 a.m., which I guess means the last time I sang karaoke was technically March 6.

We passionately butchered almost every song in Queen Celine’s catalog. Since COVID hadn’t fully arrived in New York yet, we also sang Hilary Duff’s “Come Clean” and tweaked the lyrics of Enrique Iglesias’s “Escape”: “You can run, you can hide / But you can’t escape COVID.” We laughed and shared bottles of soju and of course had no idea how catastrophically, devastatingly right we would be. Around 4 a.m., the staff gently asked us to leave, so I took a selfie with my favorite employee, Lee, and rode the shaky elevator down to the empty Koreatown streets, figuring I’d be back soon.

I was a regular at Gagopa. The strobing disco lights. The red pleather booths that lined the semi-soundproof rooms. The framed posters of Lady Gaga and the Jonas Brothers. They were all so familiar to me; Gagopa was my second home. Other people went to clubs or bars. I took groups of friends — 10 people, 25 people — to Gagopa and we sang until we lost our voices. For quicker fixes, I’d drop in with a couple of friends for happy-hour karaoke, trying out niche songs that might not play as well with a big group, and finding out which songs are way out of my range. (The chorus of Paramore’s “Misery Business” is, miserably, too high.) Everyone at Gagopa knew my name; they had buckets of ice ready to chill the wine I’d bring thanks to their outstanding BYO policy, and they made sure my mic stand was in my favorite room when I arrived. I had gotten to the point where they made me feel like karaoke royalty, but it took a while to get there.

I’m Korean American, but was adopted by white parents and raised in Binghamton, New York, which is not exactly a hotbed of karaoke bars. During my first year in Manhattan, my Craigslist roommate invited me to her birthday party at Gagopa. She was into show tunes. She and her friends broke out a full-scale performance of “Cell Block Tango,” from Chicago, and an impassioned duet of “Take Me or Leave Me,” from Rent. I had a good-but-not-classically-trained voice, thanks to years of musicals and choir in school, but I didn’t sing solo in front of strangers that night. Instead, I just sang along when someone picked a Spice Girls song.

My second trip to Gagopa was with co-workers for a boss’s farewell party. Now, surrounded by people I knew, I led the charge, scream-singing “California,” by Phantom Planet, and Gavin DeGraw’s “I Don’t Want to Be” — a back-to-back homage to the golden age of early-aughts TV.

From that point on, I spent almost a decade looking for any excuse to karaoke, and it became a go-to birthday spot. The BYO policy meant it was more affordable than a bar or restaurant, and we could bring our own food, too. It started with getting pizza delivered to the private room, and evolved into ordering fried chicken from Bonchon, arriving with whole cakes, or even having a friend cater homemade crab rangoons and popcorn chicken when I celebrated a new job in 2019. My parties gained a reputation for being dinner and the show. “This is Alyse,” people would say when they introduced me. “She’s a karaoke queen.”

Colleagues and acquaintances became fast friends because once you let loose and scream “You Oughta Know” together, you’re bonded for life. I met the friend of a friend, who brought gimbap and dueted Evanescence’s “Bring Me to Life” with me in perfect mezzo-soprano pitch. A fellow adoptee that I met in a rideshare in D.C. came to a summer-kickoff karaoke while she visited NYC. A couple that I met during a limo ride to Atlantic City were also Gagopa fans, and they’re now two of my closest friends. I was able to create a community born out of a shared appreciation for highly specific bangers from the mid-’90s and early-’00s and the beauty of using a chicken drumstick as a second microphone, all of us bonded by drunken renditions of “I Want It That Way.”

Nights at Gagopa.
Photo: Alyse Whitney

The nights were spontaneous, but they always began with “Mr. Brightside,” usually sung sober as a crowd-pleaser to help everyone warm up. The other constant was “Nobody Wants to Be Lonely,” the highly underrated Christina Aguilera and Ricky Martin duet that my best friend Izzy always did without fail, harmonies included. Many other friends had their go-tos — Elizabeth rocking “Girls and Boys,” by Blur; Joel channeling his inner Bowie for “Space Oddity”; Regan leading “Like a Prayer”; Melanie doing “Shoop” flawlessly; Ben slowing it down for the only show tune, “Mr. Cellophane,” from Chicago; Karen, Jess, and Marianne leading Hoku’s “Perfect Day”; Frances being the Sheryl to my Kid Rock for “Picture”; and Carolyn pulling out “Stars Are Blind” by Paris Hilton — but there was enough randomness to make every night feel different. The best moments were the odd songs that no one expected, like Izzy and AJ doing the Nelly and Tim McGraw duet “Over and Over,” or Kelsey reminding everyone of the bop that is “On the Way Down,” by Ryan Cabrera. Almost every song eventually became a group sing-along, but the heavy hitters were “All Star,” “The Middle,” “I’m Not Okay (I Promise),” “Hands Down,” by Dashboard Confessional, “Bye Bye Bye” (complete with dance moves), assorted High School Musical numbers (mostly me and Izzy), and, of course, Semisonic’s seminal “Closing Time” to end the night.

The night after Celine was especially spontaneous; there was no mic stand set up ahead of time, and we didn’t bring our own anything. Instead, we had fun singing together and we figured we’d be able to do it again soon — until it became very clear that we couldn’t. Since that final Gagopa night, I’ve also moved across the country to Los Angeles, and while everyone else was busy baking banana bread and sourdough, I was trying to DIY a karaoke bar in the living room of my fourplex one-bedroom. Unlike my small studio in New York, where I could touch my bed and couch at the same time, I had the space to set one up.

I have a gold mic set that takes permanent residence on my mantel underneath the TV, the same microphone covers (more like condoms, really) they use at Gagopa, a $10 monthly subscription to the karaoke-catalogue app KaraFun, and two disco lights flashing around my living room. I’m also lucky enough to have neighbors who love karaoke, so we formed a pod and sang on weekends. Right beside the TV hangs a custom illustrated portrait of the street entrance to Gagopa by artist Jen Toth (complete with the creepy door decal of a woman’s silhouette that scares me every time) as a constant reminder of where my karaoke journey began.

There are perks to singing karaoke in your own apartment — no lines for the bathroom, you can control the temperature of the room! — but the energy is all off. There aren’t laminated binders of song names, or weird music videos made out of stock footage. Spontaneous group sing-alongs don’t happen as often and, most disappointing, there’s no funny little Sunfly mascot. Karaoke at home is like the radio edit of “It Wasn’t Me”; it makes you miss the real thing.

Now it’s been more than a year and I don’t know how much longer it will be before I can get back to Gagopa, or if it will even be there once I can. I don’t know every song I’ll sing, either, but I do know how the night will start — just as it always has, with “Mr. Brightside”: Coming out of my cage, and I’ve been doing just fine. Gotta gotta be down, because I want it all …



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Brandi Glanville Pokes Fun at College Admissions Scandal

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Brandi Glanville couldn’t resist squeezing in a little jab about the college admissions scandal while celebrating son Mason‘s major accomplishment. 

The 48-year-old reality TV mainstay took to Twitter on Tuesday, March 9 to announce that the 17-year-old, who she shares with ex-husband Eddie Cibrian, has successfully gotten into college. She and Eddie also share 13-year-old son Jake.

In her tweet, Brandi joked about the Varsity Blues scandal from 2019, in which parents were accused of falsifying test scores and bribing athletic coaches and test monitors to improve their kids’ chances of acceptance into universities including the University of Southern California. 

“Amazing news my baby got accepted to the University of Southern California and I didn’t even have to fake any rowing pictures or bribe anyone,” the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills alum wrote. 

The star later tweeted to clarify that Mason didn’t actually get accepted to USC but rather a school in the Southern California area that she declined to identify.

“Was making a joke about the rowing team & bribes cuz my baby did it all on his own & I’m proud of him [prayer-hands emoji],” Brandi explained. “Should have proofread my tweet though, he got accepted to a University **IN** Southern California. Will share the school at a later time. Sorry 4 the confusion #ProudMom.” 

 



BAD BOY BILLIONAIRE by AMIE KNIGHT

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‘Life was crazy, weird, and sometimes wonderful. I didn’t know if I was ever going to get used to the unusual turn that my life had taken lately. But I was damn sure going to try.’

Bad Boy Billionaire by Amie Knight was a lovely single dad age-gap romance, which we fell in love with right from the start. It was a quick -easy to read- swoon fest with great characters and a sexy and flirty storyline. We loved the friends to lover’s aspect as well as the building heat and ‘will they won’t they’ aspect. The chemistry was fabulous and the character utterly charming and lovable. A wonderful read from Amie Knight!

‘This sweet man was turning my heart inside out each and every day. And his words, they pushed me over the edge. Their sweetness. Their realness. They felt like a douse of sunshine in the middle of a rainstorm and I wanted to soak up all their light.’

Grace is a dreamer who dreams big! Starting her new life on her own terms and with limited means, she’s a young girl ‘almost’ lost in the big city of New York. Wanting to write the next big romance, she sits on the same bench every day observing couples in love, writing their stories in her head. Not that she wants a man herself, of course, she’s on a self-professed ‘man-ban.’ Or should we say ‘bad-boy’ ban. We all know how that story goes though, don’t we, HA! So, when Whitaker Aldrich catches her eye she knows not to go there, because this man is the epitome of bad-boy right from his Harley, sexy smirk, and leather jacket to the naughty twinkle in his green eyes. Fate wanted them to meet and when they did, repeatedly, under surprising circumstances, their paths aligned and what a fun, sexy, and sweet path that was!

‘I couldn’t go another day without her knowing how I felt. I was done being stubborn. I didn’t give a shit about her age. I couldn’t care less how long we’d known each other. I just knew. She was it for me. I wanted this every damn day and night and I was going to fight tooth and nail to get it. I was done with being just friends.’



Pudgee Tha Phat Bastard – Checkin' Out The Ave.

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