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Dear Youth Dead Lions Suck

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Can we start planning the party yet? Holy shit. Issue 9 deadline nearly made us dead. And we need to start party planning. It’s time. And while shit aint confirmed, we need this man. Let’s just say, mark your calendar: Thursday, October 23 Something is going down. If you’re in the greater CA area, we’re going to celebrate the release of our latest issue, perhaps a website relaunch (!!!) and all the fun that comes with that.

Also, this photo is from Andrew VanWyngarden. He’s in a band called MGMT. Yeah, you’ve probably danced to it. But he’s also a psychedelic genius (and he shreds). He sent us the final submission for the issue, which entailed many texts and e-mails to gather the submission while he played a show in Mexico, and then went on safari in South Africa. His curated playlist of “comedown music” was the final piece of the puzzle for What Youth Issue 9. I harassed him until he sent it, and then he said. “I’m on a safari in the middle of nowhere…did you get my submission?”

Yes, we did. And it was genius. See you soon, lovers.

Lauren Hastings What Youth dear youth

Dear Youth Read Bukowski – it’s like a text message, I swear

I’m not going to lie. The boys are busy at the moment. Half of us are literally on airplanes to Africa, another half just got home from a wedge hunt in eastern Australia, and the other half  (yeah, we are one and a half to make a whole), are on deadline making What Youth Issue…

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Dear Youth The fun that leads to sleep paralysis

“Never trust a thought that didn’t come from walking.” That’s a quote by an old madman by the name of Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s an existential pioneer and had one hell of a dark passenger throughout his life. But the man sure did drop some wisdom while he was here. I bring this up as a bit…

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Dear Youth A Treatise on Art and Coffee

Coffee is a drug. That’s masked by ubiquity and social acceptance but it’s just hot speed. Black hot wonderful speed. That thought lingered last Saturday morning as a nice young man in a waxed-cotton apron and mustache — and not a November mustache, but a real annual subscription to the thing — fixed my Guatemalan…

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