The Grammys is infamous for its mistreatment of various genres but most notoriously its mistreatment of hip-hop.
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“It feels fucking good to be back,” were the words I heard most on 20 April, the first Eyegum Free Wednesday since last September.
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I first met Florence at The Foundry. She had short, bright red hair pulled up into a messy bun, wore a baggy hoodie (a brand too cool for me to identify) and flexed a funky pair of patterned flares.
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Wellington’s arts scene is undeniably one of the best in the country; whether you’re into punk, pop, indie, or experimental jazz-funk-reggae-fusion, there's a band for you.
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