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"i was holding onto you, for a lack of anything to do"

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The Loves of Your Life - Hamilton Leithauser

The Loves of Your Life – Hamilton Leithauser

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After writing a pair of collaborative LPs with Rostam and former Walkmen bandmate Paul Maroon2016s I Had a Dream That You Were Mine and 2015s vinyl-only Dear…

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Hamilton Leithauser Begins a Solo Residency at the Café Carlyle Since opening in 1955, the Café Carlyle, tucked in to the Upper East Side hotel, has hosted a rotation of jazz and cabaret singers and musicians—from the legendary Bobby Brief to Judy Collins to Woody Allen—which have outlined the jacket-required dinner-and-a-show evening out in town for era after era.

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#Issue 147 is out now!

Fall is here. We celebrate with Bon Iver, Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam, Opeth, and more. (Image above is of Bon Iver.)

Review • Bon Iver: 22, A Million

Review • Hamilton Leithauser + Rostam: I Had A Dream That You Were Mine

Review • Opeth: Sorceress

Review • Serpentwithteeth: Blisters — EP

Review • Gold Complex: Gold Complex

Read the issue on our website.

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Hamilton Leithauser - Black Hours - 61.4%

5 AM

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

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Bad Sheep

Midnight's merely blue,

but me, me, me, I'm

through

and through

sloe, cracked soot-

on-a-boot,

nicotine spat, licorice whip.

You can scratch, scratch, scratch

but I stay underskin true

to ebony, ink, crowberry, pitch;

hoist me up by my hooves

and shake till I'm shook, I'm still

chock full of coke, fuliginous

murk.

O there's swart in my soul,

coal by the bag,

cinders and slag,

scoriac grit, so please

come, comb

through my fleece with hands pallid

as snow and watch

how they grow tarry, raven,

stygian, ashed—

or, if you wish, clean me with bleach

I won't

flinch, just char

down to a core of caliginous

marrow,

pure carbon, atramentous,

utterly piceous,

shadowed, and starless,

each clumpity clump

and eclipse of my heart raptly

re-burnishing

a woolgather dark.

-- Hailey Leithauser