Bringing back the dodo*
The writing we keep in limbo
All True at Once
When the vibe of the room is right, dropping a song that populist, that unambiguously nostalgic, can feel almost like a trust fall, strengthening the bond between dancers and DJ. In a situation like that, a little trance can go a long way.
Philip Sherburne, writing about trance music in “Trance Is Back—and It’s No Joke,” in Pitchfork. Bumped to Longreads today.
We’ve moved seven times in 10 years, and have lived in four different homes with our 4-year-old daughter. We’ve now settled in Berkeley, have gotten acquainted with parents of her preschool friends, and live in a lively and diverse neighborhood that’s walkable and accessible to so much — community gardens, parks and playgrounds, free family-friendly events. Yet we still feel as socially adrift as before. But why? What are we really looking for?
Me at Longreads, responding to Grace Loh Prasad’s Offing essay on motherhood, family, and community.
Writing about returning to your hometown
On loss, family, and community
Loud and frenetic dance music can be a lot for a preschooler, even one who grew up with mama’s Soundcloud mixes playing at home. In fact, while we were out among the crowd, surrounded by dancing strangers, she felt safer being held — so I kept her close, our chests glued together, our bodies experiencing the four-on-the-floor beat as one.
What I’m talking about is watching a body that is made to be looked at, that is professionally looked at, behave as though it’s simply doing something natural, unconcerned with what we might see.
“An Essay About Watching Brad Pitt Eat That Is Really About My Own Shit” is a really gorgeous, unexpected essay by Lucas Mann on Brad Pitt eating on screen, yes, but it’s also about body image, male beauty, parenting, and more.