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Talks + Readings: Elvis Costello, Humans of New York, and The Game Guy

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Elvis Costello
Tuesday, Oct. 13, at 7 p.m. Barnes & Noble, 33 East 17th Street (Union Square).
Hear the story of little Declan Patrick MacManus and how he grew up to become Elvis Costello in the musician’s long anticipated memoir written entirely by Costello, Unfaithful Music and Disappearing Ink. In it he writes about his family, his songwriting, and his fellow musicians (the book’s description name drops Johnny Cash, The Specials, Van Morrison and The Clash, to name a few). The memoir will be accompanied by a two-disc “soundtrack album” culled from his expansive catalog. Rolling Stone recently reported that Costello himself curated the 38-song collection, which includes two previously unreleased tracks. Don’t miss your chance to meet one of rock’s greatest, most unlikely elder statesmen.

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Hear It First: The New One From Feebzz, Who Got a Cease-and-Desist From Morrissey

-1Brooklyn-based rapper Feebzz is back with her sophomore mixtape, Every Single Night, and we’ve got your first listen below. The album just came out today, but it’s already managed to piss a few individuals off — including Morrissey, whose people sent the female MC a cease-and-desist order last week for illegally sampling “How Soon is Now” on her song “Shut Yr Mouth, Bitch.” In proper gangsta form, Feebzz remains true to her persona of not giving a fuck (one of her raps is actually titled “IDGAF”) and isn’t planning on taking the track offline. Feebzz told Bedford + Bowery, “I’m not selling the song and I don’t have a lawyer or anything,” and that she’s “just gonna ignore it until it goes away.”
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Bushwick Is Burning: Underground Trap Raves Keep It Weird

Dancer, Dai Burger, Junglepussy, Kay Rizz, Contessa Stuto

Dancer, Dai Burger, Junglepussy, Kay Rizz, Contessa Stuto

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

 Contessa Stuto (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Contessa Stuto (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger performing (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dai Burger performing (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Passion Lounge (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dancer (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dancer (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Juliana Huxtable of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Juliana Huxtable of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Bailey Styles (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Bailey Styles (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Joey LaBeija (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Joey LaBeija (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Junglepussy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Junglepussy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Richard Kennedy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Richard Kennedy (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

 Dosha Devastation of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Dosha Devastation of House of Ladosha (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

WC Kids TeeBurr and Matt Sebastian (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

WC Kids TeeBurr and Matt Sebastian (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Santana WIlliams (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

Santana WIlliams (Photo: Konstantin Sergeyev)

TeeBurr texts, Matt Sebastian and Kay Rizz share fishbowl

TeeBurr texts, Matt Sebastian and Kay Rizz share fishbowl

It’s 3 a.m. at Passion Lounge, the heavily mirrored club on Broadway previously known as Angels, and the roving underground party known as Ultra Velvet is in full swing. Brooklyn rapper Dai Burger coos a line from her new single into the mic: “Soufflé, I could come on these bitches all day.” She’s iced in iridescent blue from head to transparent heel. Her audience is similarly attired in ensembles ranging from the futuristic to the obscene. As lasers spin, they share fish bowls, sipping an orgy of liquor from long straws. Passion’s towering security guards look on, confused.
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