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Albums of the Year, Part 3: Best of the Rest (Including Singles and EPs)

Albums of the Year, Part 3: Best of the Rest (Including Singles and EPs)

In No Particular Order, 18 More Great Albums From 2011: By Taylor K. Long 9 Types of Light consists of love songs and apocalyptic spaz-outs--so are we more free to love...
Taylor on Taylor: Episode Two

Taylor on Taylor: Episode Two

Last episode, Taylor K. Brown and I, Taylor K. Long, took you through the wild world of Katy Perry, Kanye West, sci-fi, sex metaphors, R. Kelly, Fleet Foxes and Starbucks. If you missed it, you can relive the glory here. This time, the Taylors go through an in-depth personality analysis of David Lynch, and explore...
The Wedding Date

The Wedding Date

Mr. Tie-Me-Up-Tie-Me-Down By Taylor K. Long Hollywood movies are seldom gracious to womankind, but romantic comedies in particular are terrible – designed to appeal to women while painting them with the widest, most unflattering brush possible, crafting tales of beautiful women who are neurotic, insecure, desperate and one-track-minded in their quest to meet a man...
Taylor on Taylor: The Inaugural Episode

Taylor on Taylor: The Inaugural Episode

What do you do when your name is Taylor and your friend’s name is Taylor and you’re both writers? You make a Podcast, of course! Inspired by our shared names and our mutual interest in dissecting the cultural world around us, Taylor K. Brown, T-Sides contributor, and your Editrix in Chief, Taylor K. Long have...
Me and Miranda July and Mark Epstein and Marina Abramovic

Me and Miranda July and Mark Epstein and Marina Abramovic

I fell down the rabbit hole of the Internet a few weeks ago, while catching up with A Bright Wall In A Dark Room, a brilliant film blog. I was reading Bebe Ballroom’s essay on Miranda July’s Me and You and Everyone We Know....
Fleet Foxes, "Helplessness Blues"

Fleet Foxes, “Helplessness Blues”

If I Had An Orchard, I’d Work ‘Til I’m Raw By Taylor K. Long Sometimes it feels like a song has been written with a piece of you. Like someone invaded your house when you weren’t there, sat on your bed with a cup of tea, and looked at your old photos, read all your...