Lawrence Burney

1 week ago | gq.com.tr | Lawrence Burney

Son birkaç yıldır kızım Ayden ile geliştirdiğim bir ritüel var ve bu ritüel sayesinde birbirimizi daha iyi anlıyoruz. Bu ritüel, her birimizin o anda dinlediği müziği onaylayıp onaylamamayı gerektiriyor. Yeni bir şey olması gerekmiyor, sadece o anda dinlediğimiz müzikler yeterli. Bu, araba yolculuğumuzun uzunluğuna göre belirlenir. Sıcak aylarda kar topu (aromalı şurup ile süslenmiş buzlu tatlı) almak gibi kısa bir işimiz varsa, kural olarak her şarkıyı dinleriz.

2 weeks ago | gq.com | Lawrence Burney

All products featured on GQ are independently selected by our editors. However, we may receive compensation from retailers and/or from purchases of products through these links. Read all of GQ's Father's Day 2025 stories, including our series of counterintuitive advice for dads, here. There’s a ritual I’ve developed with my daughter, Ayden, over the past few years that brings us to a closer understanding of each other.

2 weeks ago | pitchfork.com | Lawrence Burney

In the first half of the 2010s, artists like Shy Glizzy, Fat Trel, and Lightshow steered DC metro area youth toward homegrown rap, though their sound mirrored much of what was happening in Southern rap nationally. Somewhere around 2015, kids who’d come of age during those pioneering acts’ ascension began developing a style that felt distinctive to the DMV. It’s a shift that can’t be fully understood without Sparkheem.

1 month ago | pitchfork.com | Lawrence Burney |Quinn Batley

I assumed my first few moments around Turnstile would go something like this: congratulate them on their success, small-talk-small-talk-small-talk, inquire about new material they’re working on, and wait for the perfect window to ask how it feels to be the biggest thing in hardcore music. But, instead, the band instinctively senses that I, too, am from Baltimore, and our conversation launches into hyperlocal IRL Yelp reviews of the city’s beloved—and maligned—spots for late-night eats.

1 month ago | yahoo.com | Lawrence Burney

I assumed my first few moments around Turnstile would go something like this: congratulate them on their success, small-talk-small-talk-small-talk, inquire about new material they’re working on, and wait for the perfect window to ask how it feels to be the biggest thing in hardcore music. But, instead, the band instinctively senses that I, too, am from Baltimore, and our conversation launches into hyperlocal IRL Yelp reviews of the city’s beloved—and maligned—spots for late-night eats.