T. E. Nolan:

Born in an oyster shell lodged in the mud of the Mississippi. Hoisted by his toes up to NYC, swallowed the city hook, line, and sinker. Believes in the Oxford Comma and foaming at the mouth. Oh, and he writes stuff.
  • What I'm Listening to:

  • Man Man - On Oni Pond |
  • Lucius - Wildewoman |
  • Emancipator - Dusk to Dawn |
  • Black Kids - Partie Traumatic |
  • Sunset Rubdown - Dragonslayer |

Recent articles written by T. E. Nolan

Governors Ball 2015 – Day 3

Governors Ball 2015 – Day 3

Limping, tendons twisted like pants in a washing machine, sunburn creeping ants down my neck, I made my way to the third day of the concert. Slight headache, eyes squinting. Let’s do this. Tame Impala – Seconds after walking in through the press entrance, electrified Daft Punk-styles vocals kicked the...

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Governors Ball 2015 – Day 2

Governors Ball 2015 – Day 2

My first bareback (ew?) dive into a sun-saturated Governors Ball, and I armed myself with enough spf 100 sunscreen to make Mercury think the Sun was a space heater. Late again though, as usual, hoofing it along Randall’s Island, frantically tripping over dogs and children. Holy shit, there’s a press...

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Governors Ball 2015 – Day 1

Governors Ball 2015 – Day 1

I sing of peeps amidst ecstatic tunes, of Epical smashing lyres and red Solo cups. Oh Muse! I will relate the drunken electricity of the synthpop Saturnalia. That is, I’m going tell y’all about my time at GovBallNYC 2015. Fair Warning: Lots of nerdy verbiage is coming your way. The...

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World’s End Girlfriend – Girls/Boys Song

World’s End Girlfriend – Girls/Boys Song

Chaotic pachinko machine Hell sprouts startling Stravinsky pizzicato. Cheap tinkling casino slots drown in vats of Chopin. Sound brilliant? Clichéd? Either way it’s engaging us, it’s sticking melodic tendrils into our nostrils and pulling us closer with a sexy/disgruntled wink. So begins World’s End Girlfriend’s electronic meditation on youth, nostalgia,...

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Catherine Feeny and Jeremy Mage @ The Living Room – 1.3.15

Catherine Feeny and Jeremy Mage @ The Living Room – 1.3.15

Within five minutes of taking a seat in the Living Room’s new Williamsburg digs, Catherine Feeny said the lighting was ‘Kafkaesque.’ I nearly gnawed my tongue off to stop myself from screaming. Kafkaesque, eh? I bet the interior decorating was reminiscent of Sartrean nausea, the chairs fashioned in the shape...

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