♯ interlude: it’s Charli, baby
an ode, a syllabus! a track-by-track
today, we’re taking a break from the glorified travel blogs. i humbly dedicate this edition to the hordes of teenagers crowding the front of Charli’s Outside Lands set who don’t know a word from anything other than Brat. may this find you ⛵︎

at age 6, my first concert was Britney Spears on the Oops I Did It Again tour, Nissan Pavilion, Manassas, Virginia, 2000. we sat in row QQ and she was the size of a thimble. since then, i’ve never been so excited to see a concert—until Charli xcx at Outside Lands, San Francisco, California, 2026.
Charli xcx and i have few things in common. she’s said, “I get so bored, so I like to move really quickly.” i do too. she has a unibrow (in British, monobrow); so did/do i. she is a dark creature coated in a shell of plastic. similarly, i am a bundle of cynicism shrouded in doe eyes.