Assistant Editor, Spin Magazine.
Columbia Journalism School Class of 2014
New York Magazine. Boston Magazine. Billboard Magazine. Gothamist.com. Hachette Book Group.
Former Arts Editor of Boston College's independent student newspaper The Heights.
Lover of all things pop culture. Ask me to rap for you & you'll be surprised at the outcome.
Bleachers, “I Wanna Get Better”
Ryn Weaver, “OctaHate”
ASTR, “Blue Hawaii”
Sylvan Esso, “Coffee”
Jennifer Lopez, “I Luh Ya Papi”
Nicki Minaj, “Chi-raq”
Gorgon City feat. Laura Welsh, “Here For You”
Jack White, “High Ball Stepper”
Little Dragon, “Paris”
Tune-Yards, “Water Fountain”
Lily Allen, “URL Badman”
St. Vincent, “Digital Witness”
The Black Keys, “Gotta Get Away”
Vampire Weekend (Governors Ball, NYC)
Jay Z (Barclays Center, Brooklyn)
Sylvan Esso (The Westway, NYC)
The Strokes (Capitol Theatre, Port Chester)
Phoenix (Governors Ball, NYC)
CHVRCHES (Terminal 5 & McCarren Park, NYC)
Jenny Lewis (Boston Calling, Boston)
The Kills (Governors Ball, NYC)
Lady Gaga (Madison Square Garden, NYC)
Bleachers (Governors Ball, NYC)
Jake Bugg (Terminal 5, NYC)
The Decemberists (Boston Calling, Boston)
This is not well thought out, but here’s something that bugs me. In Fader’s new column about Nicki Minaj and her parallel pop and rap leanings, the author says this: “As Lady Gaga’s career flames out into irrelevance, I’m relieved that Nicki has replaced her pink wings and Harujuku outfit with simple Alexander McQueen dresses, having the good mind to give up the wacky, cartoonish style of divadom that was so marketable three years ago but feels boring now.”
What’s the use in throwing Nicki Minaj up against a wall next to Lady Gaga? What good does that do? And what good does it do to throw Lady Gaga under the bus?
Much of music journalism has taken on this competitive nature in its content. Women are forced to contend with each other for the attention of we the gatekeepers. It’s gross and lazy and dated and sexist and it needs to change, now.
Ok so tonight I met Icona Pop and I danced with Caroline (the redhead) to “Crazy in Love” and I’ll never recover from hanging out with them ever.
Well, a truly bad man was replaced today by someone who seems far more qualified/right for the job. While I don’t like to wish anyone ill, I can say that A) he had it coming and B) I’m satisfied that his outlook on journalism (the one he chastised myself and other interns for not holding) seems to have gotten him replaced.