HeyJaredAbby Schleifer
Academic librarian and zinester based in NYC. I write about music and whatever else strikes my fancy!
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albums i listened to all the way through (opens the original)
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albums i listened to all the way through (opens the original)
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albums i listened to all the way through (opens the original)
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Hello, lovely listeners. The other day, I watched the little-known film Lola Versus (2012) because I fell for the “Leaving Soon” demarcation on HBOMax. I liked it fine as a film divorced from my personal feelings. But its timeliness hit me like Frances Ha did two years ago on my 27th birthday: hard and without warning. (Yes, I cried buckets during the teaching and birthday scenes.) Two weeks before that, I watched Mile End Kicks (2025) over on Netflix. Again, I saw myself on the screen—the same
albums i listened to all the way through (opens the original)
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Lost Weekend: An Album Reaction (opens the original)
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Punisher (2020), and all it accompanied, is seared into my memory like a brand. I spent the Summer of 2020 driving the backroads of my youth, working a job where I collected piss samples from recovering addicts once a week. I’d just graduated from college in my parent’s basement and was about to enroll in graduate school, delivered entirely over Zoom. I was dating who I believed to be the love of my life but failing miserably to connect with them in the midst of a global pandemic we now pretend
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