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Locked-down SXSW Review: Homecoming -The Journey of Cardboard (Yuko Shiomaki/Anna Thorson Mayer)

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With the cancellation of this year’s SXSW, many of the films scheduled to screen there were suddenly left without a platform. In lieu of a proper screening, several of the short films officially selected for the 2020 SXSW Episodic Pilot Competition have been made available to screen via Vimeo. Below we review one of those films, Homecoming – The Journey of Cardboard. Unlike the Mona Lisa or those fucking shiny balloon dogs that look like the Bean multiplied itself while …

Song Of The Day: Royce da 5’9″ – Mr. Grace

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It would not be surprising if “Mr. Grace” by Royce Da 5’9″ could be interpreted to have deeper meanings – after all, it is the opening track on an album entitled The Allegory. But what if there are no punchy messages or revolutionary slogans hidden within? By merely depicting a life from birth to grave, it is in itself all the true content that one needs. Just the utterly vicious opening dialogue between a father and his son is blood-chilling …

Song Of The Day: Frazey Ford – U Kin B The Sun

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If you think “U Kin B The Sun” is just some word play, wait until you hear Frazey Ford’s singing. Her lofty, flighty, and wandering hold (and I use that word lightly) on the lyrics makes you wonder if the title shouldn’t have been shortened to “U Sun.” But it makes for delightful listening, especially if you are zooming down LSD* in a public transit bus. I certainly can’t be the only person who wishes the lyrics were available so …

SXSW Song Of The Day: Katie Pruitt – Normal

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Photo Credit: Alysse Gafkjen It’s no secret that I have a thing for folksy songs. The setup couldn’t be simpler – one person, few background instruments, and still air between us. There is also nowhere to hide. Here, I don’t need to be submerged by a wall of sound. What I almost never tire of is that expansion of a voice hitting and lifting me like a perfectly timed wave, one that I can scramble to launch from, time and …