We have by now established that this Thanksgiving will not look like other Thanksgivings. You cannot gather. You cannot travel. Honestly, you should probably limit your trips to the grocery store; the quantity of hazelnuts you have right now is fine. All celebrations must be small. For some people, this is a bummer. For others, it is an opportunity. For me, a longtime veteran of the teeny-tiny Thanksgiving, it is exactly as it should be.
You donât have to do anything, of course. Pandemic Thanksgiving is a personal decision: There is beauty in a solo Thanksgiving, spent eating deep-fried nacho dumplings in the bath, or in rejecting this enterprise altogether. If nothing is normal, then allow yourself the joy of doing nothing. Allow yourself any joy that still exists â I agree! The only societal pressure worth giving in to now is the pressure to stay at home. And yet, this year of all years, should we not seize the chance to celebrate something? It is orienting, I think, to mark the passage of time. This year has been a shapeless slog, but if everyone is eating apple pie, then at least we know itâs November!
As a longtime enthusiast of the pocket-size Thanksgiving, I worry, in the current Thanksgiving discourse, that we may be overlooking the joy of preparing a full Thanksgiving spread for an exclusive gathering of your immediate household and absolutely no guests. It is yet more cooking, in a year of so much cooking, but it is a different kind of cooking. Regular cooking values efficiency but requires constant decisions, like what to make and when and how and whether your aging spinach is still edible.
Thanksgiving is the opposite: It is slow but ritualistic. The components have been prescribed. You can get fancy, obviously, but you can also not. Most Thanksgiving dishes, at their core, are different kinds of mush. Gravy is a runny mush. Mashed potatoes are a thick mush. Cranberry sauce is red mush. Stuffing is bread mush.
What I like about Miniature Thanksgiving is the soothing sense of my own kitchen competence: I am making tiny Thanksgiving, for my tiny household, like a small adult. This is self-reliance, just me and my potato peeler and the gentle strains of NPR. Ahh, I like to think. So this is what it was like to be a pioneer.
It used to feel like a placeholder. I was just biding my time until something else happened. Instead, tiny Thanksgiving itself has become tradition. It is cozy and autumnal, not a celebration of abundance but a celebration of exactly enough.
If you understand it as a single dinner, it is still a lot of effort for two people and one dog. But it is not one dinner. It is a week of Thanksgiving-themed meals, configured and reconfigured in a wide variety of permutations that are all basically the same, except that some are sandwiches and some are hashes and some are just the remaining components on a plate. In this way, cooking for six, when you need to feed only two, is not excessive; it is stealthily practical, like a âhackâ or âmeal prepping.â
This is the real genius of a holiday feast, and nobody ever talks about it: You have to do it only once and then you get to stop. It is the opposite, in this way, of regular cooking, which is endless and forever. Even as an avid home cook, I was stunned to discover, when I stopped leaving the house in March, how many meals there are. And you are supposed to eat all of them, every single day! Thanksgiving is the opposite: It is kind of a production but then, for the next three blissful days, you can live on cold, gravy-covered Brussels sprouts and be free.
As Ludacris noted, while he made his Fast & Furious debut in 2003âs 2 Fast 2 Furious, it wasnât until 2011âs Fast Five that he became a regular player in the franchise, with Tej Parker filling the role of mechanic and tech guy. Assuming Tej isnât killed off in F9 or Fast & Furious 10, heâll have participated in seven Fast & Furious movies total, which is nothing to scoff at. And of course, extra time with Tej means more opportunities to watch him mess with Tyrese Gibsonâs Roman Pearce, the teamâs resident joker.
Chicago rapper/producer Saba has released two new songs. The first, âSo and So,â arrives with a music video directed by Ian Lipton. The second track, called âAreyoudown? Pt. 2,â features Nigerian-born, Chicago-based rapper/producer tobi lou. Check out both of Sabaâs new songs below.
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Jason Stewart and his big three: Del Taco chicken soft taco, any Italian deliâs turkey sandwich, and a chicken Caesar salad. Illustration: Lindsay Mound
While others were busy baking sourdough, Jason Stewart was focused on a different quarantine hobby: drinking martinis. âThatâs been my DIY project for these trying times,â he jokes. His real project this year has been How Long Gone, the podcast (or âbro-cast,â as Vogueputs it) that he hosts with Chris Black, a brand consultant (and Strategist contributor). Started as a side project for two friends to talk and âkeep ourselves sane,â Stewart describes the show as âkind of an antidote to the doomscrolling and constant news-checking of all the terrible things going on.â (The pair have also launched How Long Gone Radio and a Twitch show.) A former DJ, the Los Angeles resident also hosted the food podcast The Stew and could be described as a Del Taco superfan. This week, he popped by a favorite taco truck and promptly âblacked outâ at the sight of the menu, got his favorite Caesar salad at the local seafood market, and went to the grocery store Erewhon âas a prank onâ himself.Â
Friday, November 13 As a treat for myself, I turn my 6 a.m. alarm off on weekends, as well as Fridays now because I need more self-care. Nevertheless, I woke up at 5:55, cooing like a newborn as I always do. Because of daylight savings and the novel coronavirus, the sky is still black when I rise.
I bought some new coffee beans that I cracked the seal on this morning. When I asked Eric (my barista) which beans he liked the most, he proudly said that he discovered âthis little Ethiopianâ while drunk off a localâs stash of rum. He wanted to let me know that he was really sourcing these beans. I decided to opt for the El Salvadorian, not because of its alluring elevation or washed processing, or even the notes of brown sugar and rose hip, but because itâs produced by a woman named Maria Isabella, and that sounds nice.
The coffee tasted fine, honestly a little cat-pissy on the end there. Sadly, as proud of my palate as I am, I couldnât tell you the difference between a good or a bad liquid. Fourth-wave coffee, failing orange wine, or musky matcha: The best notes youâll get from me are âMmm, yummy.â
I typically donât eat breakfast because Iâm often still processing my lumberjackâs supper from the previous evening. For the sake of this content, Iâll allow myself a handful of golden raisins, or sultanas, if you watch The Great British Bake Off as much as I do.
No lunch for me, just a few cups of coffee. Before dinner is our weekly video podcast on Twitch, I make it a point to purchase a six-pack of embarrassing local craft beers and drink a few of them while weâre recording. Last week was a Mexican lager in collaboration with the â90s band Sublime. My co-host Chris was particularly upset about that selection.
I had dreams of making a baked-ziti-style dinner with some leftover Bolognese but the day got away from me. On the way home from another unhinged recording, I stopped off at Taco Zone, one of my oldest and most favorite taco trucks in Los Angeles. It might get a bad rap with hard-line taco traditionalists because of its Echo Park location and Caucasian clientele, but dagnabbit, I love it after all these years. I blacked out and ordered $25 worth of tacos, mulitas, and even a veggie quesadilla. They put rice inside their quesadillas which might seem unconventional to some, but it turns into a pleasant mush in my mouth.
Taco Zone is infamous for their suadero meat, a harder-to-find taco filling cut from somewhere near where the udders meet the belly? That sounds fucked up now that I say it, but I have a feeling most places just use brisket. I wolf it all down with my life partner on the coffee table while watching a piping hot episode of Bake Off. Lottie, a fan-fave contestant, was just kicked off the last episode, and I decided to send her a DM, asking her if sheâd like to be a guest on our podcast. I did not expect her to respond, or even read my message.
After destroying my mouth on some habanero salsa, I poured myself a tall glass of Straus brand whole milk in an act of fragility. Despite it being disgusting to anyone under 60, Iâm desperately trying to preserve the bygone tradition of drinking a full glass of milk with dinner, for no other reason than itâs funny to me.
Saturday, November 14 My female-powered Salvadorian beans are starting to grow on me. I made one pour-over, brushed my teeth, and immediately poured another one. One more handful of sultanas for no reason, but this time served inside a tiny Le Creuset dish because itâs the weekend. My life partner was stress-baking banana bread and it smelled amazing; the spirit of the holidays began to fill the air, despite it being sunny and 76 degrees.
We took a walk through the neighborhood while her loaf cooled on the windowsill (Looney Tunes style) and on our stroll, we decided to paint the trim of our house the color of baby-yellow, a chaotic decision that could very well leave her in tears, but I push on in silence. Once home, she serves up the warm banana bread in our preferred plating method: still warm, with a couple of cold, fat squares of Le Beurre Bordier butter, and a sprinkle of Maldon salt. I ate it in three seconds, and in exchange for another slice, Iâm told that I need to wear a new hat she just picked up in hopes of stretching it out for her. Itâs a Missoni-like colorful woven bucket, and itâs currently squeezing my melon tightly.
I purchased a Realtree camo fishing rod last month with the Amazon gift card my mom gave me for my birthday (Virgo). Itâs been leaning in a corner of the guest bedroom since September, so I finally carved out some time to drop a line and attempt to melt away the accumulated stress one builds up as a suburban podcaster. My reel got âbirds nestedâ after ten minutes and I was inconsolable.
My partner tried to tranquilize me on the drive home with a thigh pat and an offer of fast food. I laughed out a ânoâ and may as well have wiped a tear. Instead, we stopped by my favorite local seafood market Fish King to buy a raw chicken and a cup of clam chowder. My partner decided to season-push Christmas this year because we could all use some cheer right now. We put Bing Crosby on the Sonos and made some Nespresso martinis with MCT-oil creamer to fuel our synthetic tree-dressing activation.
For dinner, I made that baked ziti with leftover Bolognese and some brown-rice gluten-free fusilli. I decided to add a few scoops of Good Culture brand whole-milk cottage cheese, truly the greatest cottage cheese, if youâre into that sort of thing. I normally am not this much of a dairy daddy, but Iâm trying to bulk up for winter.
Our appetizer was a prepackaged chicken Caesar salad that I picked up from Fish King. At $8 itâs not only one of the most affordable nasty Caesars, but pound-for-pound my favorite in Los Angeles, nay, America. As much as I love it, it did not pair well with my Nespresso martini.
We ate our meal on the couch while watching Netflixâs Christmas themed teen rom-com Dash & Lily. I was feeling bad enough about the whole situation and was pushed over the edge after learning that itâs produced by a Jonas Brother. My partner did a âmaskâ and served me a bowl of Banana Nut Crunch with some more of that sensational whole milk. I remembered to unbox my Maryâs Air-Chilled Chicken so it could be âdry-brined,â or salted overnight in the fridge.
Sunday, November 15 Two cups of mudd before I untangle my fishing reel by stabbing at the spool with a box cutter. My girlfriend offered her assistance, claiming she was experienced in such matters from cleaning out the hair-tangled bristles from our Roomba.
It was a beautiful Sunday in the high 80s. My co-host Chris and I pushed our podcast recording early so we could enjoy the 90 minutes of the afternoon we get now that daylight savings ruined my life.
This time just one week ago, my partner and I drove up to Lake Arrowhead for a last-minute winter-wonderland getaway â we read that it might even snow a bit! Her parents have a great little A-frame up there that weâve grown to love, but it was so hot this summer that her dad (a master electrical engineer) had the ingenious idea to rewire their old heater to instead blow cold air from the basement inside the house, creating an impromptu AC, which Iâm sure they loved in the dog days of August. After fiddling with the thermostat for an hour, I found myself in the basement, assuring her dad over FaceTime that I could probably twist a few wires up and get it back and running. He laughed with the purest smile I had ever seen on his face, knowing that he wouldnât have to be the one to tell his daughter there would be no heat. It got down to 19 degrees at night with 50 mph gusts of horizontal âfrozen rainâ batting at the windows. The only enjoyable moment of that trip was a Sunday roast chicken dinner, which I re-created, and hope to do every following Sunday until Coachella (the end of winter on my calendar).
My heavily salted chicken rested for 24 hours uncovered in the fridge, then I left it out for an hour, put a bunch of butter and fresh thyme sprigs under the skin, inside the cavity, any slot will do. Placed a few thick slices of sourdough underneath the bird before roasting at 425 degrees. After an hour they become this crunchy, soggy, eggy, salty toast that will fuck you up.
I roasted the bird along with fingerling potatoes, millennial carrots, fat chunks of onion, and a head of garlic sliced in half. While the bird rested, I took all those perfectly roasted vegetables and tossed them in a big bowl of greens, always raw baby kale or arugula.The residual heat from the veggies wilts the greens perfectly, and youâre able to enjoy the effects of a salad while still eating something warm. I tossed mine at the end with Cheesecake Factory brown breadcrumbs, made from leftover bread â it ended up being one of the better dinners Iâve ever cooked!
Monday, November 16 Fat-ass cup of coffee and I was ready to get ripping.
I wasnât hungry at all but I made a chicken-salad sandwich with my leftover roast. I canât keep sliced bread in the house or Iâll make two sandwiches a day until itâs gone. I cubed up some breast meat, chopped the cold, gelatinous skin up like pasta noodles, added some Grillos pickle-de-gallo (a pickle-based salsa from my favorite pickle brand), some raw shallot, dill, parsley, Dijon, and mayonnaise.
I needed an afternoon pick-me-up, and luckily I had the second half of my cocochino iced coffee from Erewhon yesterday. The cocochino is a few shots of espresso and something called âcoconut manna,â which is some kind of spiritually activated coconut butter. After a handful of sips, I had to put it down because my partner said the veins in my forearms were starting to bulge out. Itâs impossible to drink a whole one without jumping rope or smoking cigarettes directly after.
I should note that I only go to Erewhon as a prank on myself, and am not rich enough to buy my groceries there. The new Silver Lake location is so zen though, like if Seattle had a Hollywood sign. The clientele here is a perfect blend of explore-page hotties and people who look like they can green-light a script at Hulu, whereas the torched WeHo location is chock-full of scammers wearing matching jogger sets and filthy, fuzzy slides.
My podcast partner insisted that we celebrate this editorial victory for âteam usâ by securing a reservation at one of his favorite restaurants, Mr. Chow. He comes here for the service, the crowd, and the comforting-but-flavorless Chinese food adaptations from the mid-â80s. Admittedly, I do love watching a well-oiled brigade in action though, a sight only found at legacy establishments like this one. I get the feeling that I could pluck any dishwasher from the sink and theyâd be able to start calling out tickets at the pass, know how many onions Gagosian likes in his Gibson, or where the valet parked my car. Unfortunately, though, in my opinion, the only thing on the menu worth putting in my mouth is a martini.
I enjoy dining out for sport, and Iâm perfectly happy spending all my money on restaurants because I love the whole experience of it. I have spent my entire life seeking out hidden gems and supporting neighborhood restaurants that I believe in, but when the quarantine hit, I felt an overwhelming desire to eat at restaurants I would never go to, places that prioritize the âsceneâ above the food. Itâs funny to look around and spot NBA players crammed into tiny two-tops, TikTokers enjoying a silent scroll, Lena Dunham.
I need a martini or two to get through these meals. Theyâre chic, strong, and give me a hangover-free, clean-but-clear droop of my shoulders. A drunk where Iâve released my inhibitions, but havenât begun slurring my words. Iâm not particularly proud of it, but I love my dirty martini with a couple bleu-cheese olives. Much to the displeasure of my dining companions, there is no smooth and sexy way to ask a server if the bar has bleu-cheese olives, and if they do, could I please have those inside my drink instead of regular ones? For the last two months Iâve been asking, âWhat are your olive options?â but at Chowâs I simply ordered mine âdirty & bleu,â my server gently blinked and nodded his head, as if to say, âYes, of course, Mr. Stewart, that is a thing that I know.â
Tuesday, November 15 We had a podcast photo shoot for W Magazine, and weâre being shot by our old friend James. My partner has a great old Mercedes convertible in the garage that we planned to use as a Thelma and Louiseâstyle prop for the shoot, but sadly her Benzâs battery is as expired as that reference. Iâm proud of myself for removing and installing the new battery all by myself and am flabbergasted by how heavy an old car battery is. Since we were being photographed, there was no eating until the wrap party, which consisted of me patiently yelling at the drive-thru speaker of the regional Mexican American fast-food chain âDel Taco.â
My lifelong journey of loving food began there. My brother and I used to hunt for spare change in the couch cushions and ride our BMX bikes to Del Taco, saving a couple of quarters to play Mortal Kombat at the pizzeria. When he and I became vegan in high school, we learned how to manipulate their menu in order to suit our plant-based needs, dipping French fries in refried beans and guacamole, or substituting beans instead of meat for any of their items. Their menu really opened up as we aged out of our vegan phase and discovered marijuana. We were able to always fill our bellies with the comfort of childhood suburbia in our leanest of years.
Nowadays, wherever you live in Southern California, there are at least five Del Tacos within walking distance, and it remains the only fast-food restaurant I ever eat at, not counting In-N-Out, of course. My order was a chicken soft taco: grilled chicken, unmelted cheddar, shredded iceberg, and a tangy white sauce which I douse with a packet of Del Scorcho. French fries well-done, a side of guac, and a bean-and-cheese burrito ordered âBold,â Del Tacoâs version of âAnimal Style,â where any applicable item is filled with French fries and extra white sauce.
Now, Iâm going to miss writing these twisted little morning pages. Showing a glimpse into my mind through the lens of food is truly what Iâve dreamed to do with my life, and I plan to never stop writing these now!
Welcome to ComingSoon.netâs November 24 Blu-ray, Digital HD and DVD column! Weâve highlighted this weekâs releases in detailed write-ups of different titles below! Click each highlighted title to purchase through Amazon!
New Movies on Blu-ray/DVD
Train to Busan Presents Peninsula Jung-seok, a soldier who previously escaped the diseased wasteland, relives the horror when assigned to a covert operation with two simple objectives: retrieve and survive. When his team unexpectedly stumbles upon survivors, their lives will depend on whether the best-or worst-of human nature prevails in the direst of circumstances.
Iron Mask For the first time ever, screen legends Arnold Schwarzenegger and Jackie Chan face off against each other in battle in this globetrotting fantasy adventure! Also starring icon, Rutger Hauer, in one of his final performances.
Weathering With You (Limited Collectorâs Edition) (4K) From Makoto Shinkai, the director of the global smash hit Your Name., comes a critically-acclaimed romantic drama set in the rain soaked streets of modern Tokyo. English voice cast includes Alison Brie, Lee Pace and Riz Ahmed.
Delta Rae â Coming Home To Carolina This electrifying concert film was filmed with fourteen 4K Ultra Hi Def Cameras before hometown fans in Raleigh, North Carolina during their final shows one week before Christmas, from their highly successful 2019 sold out âTake Me Thereâ Tour, that features some of the bands biggest hits including âTake Me Thereâ, âDown By The Riverâ, âDance In The Graveyardâ & more!
Habermann (DVD) After the Nazis were defeated at the end of WW2, anti-German sentiment boiled over in formerly Nazi-controlled regions around Eastern Europe. August Habermann is a wealthy German mill owner who wants nothing to do with the Nazis or the motherland when his town of Eglau is occupied, but as the war drags on the commanding Nazi officer of the occupied territory makes his life a living hell.
Reissues
Mad Max (4K) Set in the not too distant future, Mad Max is a chilling drama that combines a futuristic plot with high-speed car and motorcycle action. The stage is set for a strange apocalyptic death game between nomadic bikers and a handful of young cops. Mel Gibson stars as âMad Maxâ, and later went on to play the title role in two successful sequels.
Deadly Games/Dial Code Santa Claus (4K) Young Thomas is obsessed with action movies and video games. So much so that, when his mother is out, he delights in turning the sprawling mansion where he and his invalid grandfather live into a makeshift battleground; concocting and setting elaborate traps. Home alone, grandfather aside, on Christmas Eve, Thomas is soon faced with an unexpected â and very unwelcome â guest, a department store Santa Claus, who is, in fact, a deranged maniac on the loose! Putting his skills into action, Thomas begins an all out assault against the murderous Saint Nick, rather than risking his Christmas turning into something closer to HalloweenâŠ
I Spit on Your Grave Collectorâs Edition New collectorâs edition box set set includes new 4K scan and restoration of the original uncut feature film, deluxe custom slipcase with original and newly commissioned artwork by Adam Stothard, 2 collectible fold out mini-posters (16âłx20âł), 2 replica VHS box-style magnets (2âłx3 1/2âł), and a newly commissioned 44 page book featuring exclusive historical photos and liner notes by horror writers Michael Gingold and Meagan Navarro.
The Jewish Soul: Classics of Yiddish Cinema During its heyday in the late 1930s, Yiddish movies covered a broad range of genres: comedies, soap operas, the supernatural, literary adaptations, musicals, and Lubitsch-style romances. Unified through language, gesture, and a common cultural sensibility, they captured the essence of the Jewish soul. Comprised of both the essential films (The Dybbuk, Tevya) and the lesser-known programmers (The Yiddish King Lear, Motel the Operator), this five-disc set captures the diversity of Yiddish film, and encourages a better appreciation of this most fascinating, but rarely-viewed genre. The ten features in this collection were restored by Lobster Films, the result of an unprecedented collaboration between the Museum of Modern Art, the Deutsche Kinemathek and the Filmoteka Narodowa in Warsaw. Each film has been newly translated by noted Yiddish actor (the Coen Brothersâ A Serious Man), playwright and translator Allen Lewis Rickman.
Rest In Pieces Helen Hewitt has inherited her recently deceased Aunt Catherineâs humongous country villa. After arriving at their new home, she and her husband Bob immediately feel a sense of unease and hostility from the estateâs staff and tenants, all of whom do their best to make the young couple feel unwelcome. As strange and increasingly sinister events begin to take place around her, Helen becomes determined to uncover the truth about the goings on, and slowly begins to unearth the horrifying and unspeakable evil occurring at the mysterious mansionâŠ
Libeled Lady Comedy involving a scheming newspaper editor who uses both his fianceeand his ex-employee to get the scoop on a hot-headed heiress, withterrible results.
The Pirate Itâs a fun-filled and musical case of mistaken identity when lonely Judy Garland mistakes traveling clown Gene Kelly for a famed Caribbean pirate.
The Other Side Of Madness An avant-garde retelling of the infamous Manson Murders brings audiences closer to the events than most filmmakers have dared to go, with real life footage of Spahn Ranch and music performed by Charles Manson. Directed by Frank Howard and produced by Wade Williams, this hypnotic film served as one of the first Helter Skelter recreations, filmed so close to the time of the events that Manson and his followers had yet to be sentenced for the vicious crimes.
Riders Of Death Valley This western serial has our able heroes escaping various perils devised by the evil Wolfe Reade and his pack of outlaws, who wish to lay claim to a fabled lost mine.
Dragnet A mysterious gangland slaying has taken place and it is up to Joe Friday and the Los Angeles Police Department to put together the pieces. They enlist the services of a pretty and daring police woman to trap the devious mobsters and bring them to justice. Friday gets his man with help from his partner, Officer Frank Smith (Ben Alexander), in a crime caper so tough it could only be called Dragnet.
The Killing Floor The film by Bill Duke traces the racial and class conflicts seething in the cityâs giant slaughterhouses, and the brutal efforts of management to divide the workforce along ethnic lines, which eventually boiled over in the Chicago Race Riot of 1919.
New On Digital HD
It Cuts Deep (exclusive clip) A horror-comedy about the fear of getting married and having children.
Fatman To save his declining business, Chris Cringle (Mel Gibson), also known as Santa Claus, is forced into a partnership with the military. Meanwhile, a precocious 12-year-old hires a hitman to kill Santa after receiving a lump of coal in his stocking.
Jiu Jitsu Nicolas Cage, martial arts stars Tony Jaa and Alain Moussi team up in this action-packed explosive thriller. An ancient order of expert Jiu Jitsu fighters face their ultimate match in a deadly battle for Earth.
Blindfire A police officer who while responding to a violent hostage call, kills the African American suspect only to later learn of his innocence. Sensing this was a set-up, and facing repercussions, he must track down the person responsible while examining his own accountability and the ingrained racism which brought him to this point.
Buddy Games Josh Duhamel stars as the leader of a group of lifelong friends who reunite for the ultimate bro-fest contest in this star-studded comedy with Dax Shepard, Olivia Munn and Kevin Dillon.
Sweet Parents The relationship between an aspiring sculptor and a struggling chef in New York is tested when they become entangled with wealthy older benefactors, or âSweet Parentsâ, to further their careers.
TV on Blu-ray and DVD
Buck Rogers in the 25th Century â The Complete Collection Blast off to the 25th century with Buck Rogers, one of the most popular sci-fi heroes of all time! When 20th-century astronaut William âBuckâ Rogers (Gil Gerard) is awakenedâ500 years after a deep-space disasterâto an Earth in recovery from nuclear war, he must join Colonel Wilma Deering (Erin Gray) to lead the crew of the starship Searcher against a galaxy of evil from the past, present and faraway future. This 9-disc set includes, the pilot episode, the theatrical feature and all 32 action-packed Season One and Season 2 episodes of the epic series.
The sudden and tragic news of i_oâs death today has shaken many fans and friends.
Contemporaries like Kayzo, Jauz, Sullivan King, and others who attended Icon Collective with him in Los Angeles left especially heartfelt messages in his memory, as well as frequent collaborators and partners No Mana and Deadmau5. Ray Volpe, Subtronics, and others also made posts in his memory, though they might not have worked together as much.
RIP Garrett.
Going to miss you my dude, it was a real pleasure working with you and watching you succeed⊠may you find rest, and let your music live on into eternity. pic.twitter.com/wwKh0prn1q
Without Garett there is no The Wise And The Wicked. He sat by me for the entirety of the production of that album and gave me the guidance and direction no one else could have. That album is as much his as it is mine. Iâm forever in his debt
Watching Garett become @i_oofficial and finally have his talents be fully recognized is one of the proudest moments of my career, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with it. He was going to take over the fucking world
I want to say thank you to @mau5trap , @Armada , @astateofhalil and his manager Roger for believing in Garett and helping his dreams become reality. You all let him be exactly who he was and allowed him to be the most musically prolific he had ever been in his life
I also want to specifically thank @deadmau5 because you were truly Garettâs number one inspiration. Getting to watch him be welcomed into the horde, tour with you and get the recognition from you he wanted so bad but would never admit to. You really changed his life
Seeing so many fans, artists and more come together to remember Garett and show how many people he affected and how far his music reached in such a short amount of time really makes me smile. Thatâs what will keep him alive forever đ€
fuck no no no. I remember when I first met you in the lobby of icon collective and it was your first day of school there. We talked about how we both came from sports to do music and how excited we were for this journey. Rest In Peace Garrett đ€ @i_oofficial đ€
â no mana âïž ELECTROHOUSE ̶2̶0̶2̶0̶ 2021 (@ihavenomanas) November 24, 2020
Iâve known you since I was basically a kid. We built our careers side by side for so many years. The last couple years, we didnât talk as much, but we spent just about every day together for like 4 years. Iâm just so sorry we didnât have more time to do that again
This one sucks bad. Garrett was one of the first producers I met when I taught at Icon Collective. One of the most talented producers and an amazing dude all around. RIP Garrett đ https://t.co/5bdBkT89B2
