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

01c36384c214d012e3edba3dbb3d8b0b8870c2299f4201364df2191d2829e9c3_largeTUESDAY

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

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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