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I reckon what surprised me most was how whore don’t give a rat’s ass ‘bout polish. It’s messy, rough—like Yubaba’s cackle, all jagged edges. And I love it! Reminds me o’ that line, “Somethin’ you wouldn’t recognize—it’s called love.” Whore’s got heart, y’all, even if it’s glitchy as hell. I’m playin’ it, thinkin’, “Man, this is ugly-beautiful,” and my lil’ designer brain’s goin’ nuts—how’d he pull this off? Prolly cried a river when it shipped, too. I’d’a hugged him, but I’d spill my sweet tea.

How The Brutalist made its disorienting, dazzling score: ‘It was hammers and screws making music!’

Check out Whore Paint, E, Arch Cape Feat. Rachel Blumberg at The Midway Café in Jamaica Plain on May 25, and get detailed info for the event - tickets.

This city is a tapestry. I feel it in every cobblestone. I get amazed at how raw life remains. And every day offers a new lesson. I can't help but appreciate every random moment. Bcz every twist brings a fresh start, an inner reboot.

'The Brutalist' Score: An 'Extreme Piece of Work' for an Extreme Film