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If you're a regular reader of the Phoenix's music section, you'll have noticed a decided uptick in the space devoted to electronic music here lately: electro, laptop lo-fi, chillwave, superstar DJs, and whatever other bullshit genre we're about to hype next week. There's a reason for that: all the writers here (myself especially) have horrible taste.
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I was a VHS addict. In the '80s and '90s, I practically lived at the video store, renting every movie I could get my hands on. As my obsession with movies grew, renting was not enough; they needed to be mine. I amassed a few hundred videocassettes, and I was proud to own each one of them.
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In Boston, there are two nascent examples of Web-video projects getting flipped into legitimate TV deals.
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When I dig into the press-release bin, I'm usually scavenging for cheap laughs and idiotic stunts. This week, however, I found something different: the melding of rock and literature. Incredible leaps in technology. Genuine advancements in the arts.
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When Walter Sickert and his Army of Broken Toys played an official First Night show at the Hynes Auditorium on New Year's Eve, they ran overtime and the soundman pulled the plug — which isn't quite the smartest way of shutting down an acoustic band.
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With this issue, the Providence Phoenix is dropping "Dr. Lovemonkey," the advice and relationship column written by longtime freelance contributor Rudy Cheeks.
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If you're a regular reader of the Phoenix's music section, you'll have noticed a decided uptick in the space devoted to electronic music here lately: electro, laptop lo-fi, chillwave, superstar DJs, and whatever other bullshit genre we're about to hype next week. There's a reason for that: all the writers here (myself especially) have horrible taste.
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