Now Playing, Part 11
Our April issue goes live tomorrow. We can't wait for you to dive into the wonderful work we have in store for you. For now, here's a preview of April's contributors and what they've been playing:
I’ve been listening to That Time of the Month by Harley Poe on loop since a friend recommended it to me. It’s the shouty werewolf love song I didn’t know I was looking for. I listen to all kinds of things passively; it's rare that I bother to skip anything Spotify decides to offer me, but if there's a genre I like best, it's sad people shouting over acoustic guitars. Banjos, sometimes, too.
Last watched: Isle of Dogs, a stop-action animated comedy by Wes Anderson. It’s a fast and funny story about a boy searching for his dog with an all-star cast doing the voices. The packed house on Saturday night gave us the perfect communal experience of going to the movies – laughter from different parts of the crowd at different points in the movie, ohs and awws when something touching happened.
Last listened to: New Yorker Fiction podcast of The Book of Sand by Jorge Luis Borges, read by Mohsin Hamid. The story didn’t grab me. But in discussing it, Hamid briefly described a mystical strain of Islam called Sufism, in which spirituality and being attracted to the divine is likened to the moth being drawn to a flame. In other words, making a connection with the divine entails losing oneself. Yowsa.
I'm currently watching the final season of White Collar. There's Art! Intrigue! Crime Solving! What more could you ask for?
I keep watching Young Adult scenes throughout the day. I don’t want to be in it for a straight run, I want to dip into this story of Mavis, a writer of teen romance novels, who becomes charged with schemes when she sees an old high school flame has just become a father.
She listens to Teenage Fanclub’s “The Concept,” over and over on the way back to her hometown. This song, released on the almost-palindromic 11/19/91, becomes hypnotic as it’s restarted, a cassette scrolling around in a car stereo as if she is willing it to be 1991 again, back to when she was a queen bee and Patrick Wilson’s girlfriend. Charlize Theron. She’s intimidating and maybe that’s why I like her. I wonder if her breakup with Sean Penn influenced him to write Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff, but I don’t want to blame her for that.
I saw Teenage Fanclub play, it was probably 1991. It was NYC. In the audience, we all held hands while we danced. We were young enough where a stranger’s hand could feel like some sort of answer. There’s a lot of ugliness in Young Adult, but hearing “The Concept”, the chorus is only the line “I didn’t want to hurt you, oh yeah,” repeated, begged forgiveness.