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Sisterhood: A playlist

Cutting Room Floor

Most of my adolescence was defined by a deep delve into music of the late-20th century, music that I considered to be the basis of pop culture as I knew it.
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The Soundtrack of My Childhood

Cutting Room Floor

I found out on the train ride home from Lake Tahoe, where I had spent the weekend. In honor of him, I listened to his music on shuffle, old and new, Highway Companion to Damn the Torpedoes, and watched golden fields of fried grass and stark black cows run past my window. “Square One” consoled me as I traced streams into orange forests. “Rebels” scored the train’s trek across a Sacramento bridge. Tom Petty was dead, and I wasn’t crying. I was remembering.
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Back to his place

(In)secure

Friday night found me, as it often does, at a fraternity house. The room smelled like sweat and cheap alcohol, and the floors were sticky with Keystone Light. Across the room from a table littered with empty Solo cups, the two of us swayed our hips next to each other
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Festival dispatch: BottleRock in Napa Valley

BottleRock, Napa Valley’s young addition to the California music festival scene, took place May 29-31. Now in its third year, BottleRock remains utterly unpretentious, catering to an older demographic and to families. The absence of twentysomething music snobs was rather relaxing. Instead, the feeling of a slightly bourgeois suburban family
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