For many, the opportunity to study at NYU's School of Law on full scholarship epitomizes the term "no-brainer."
Unfortunate results tend to ensue when Hollywood moguls cast their significant others in leading roles.
There are only about two weeks left until that dreaded holiday, the one full of an obnoxious amount of pink, with roses everywhere and events planned to remind you that you're single.
The beat-challenged white man's attempt to appeal to please cool urban people, the remix album already exists as something of a superfluous curiosity, but gains an added aura of "WTF?" whenever someone as supremely talented as Thom Yorke indulges in its futile pursuits. It is safe to say that each and every one of these nine edits resurfaces inferior to its predecessor, but The Bug's adaptation of "Harrowdown Hill" takes the butcher-job crown as it (for lack of a better term) erases the track's devastating electric guitar coda. Elsewhere, Various' "Analyse" rendition kills any sense of rhythm with stuttering drum machine percussion and layers of reverb. Yorke includes two versions of "Black Swan," which would seem laughably unjustified if not for the chorus's eloquent summation of the remix: "This is f----d up/ f----d up."
The Internet has opened up new platforms for the musician and music lover.
Glasvegas takes its name from hometown Glasgow and Sin City, which means that the Scottish quartet has an uncanny knack for haphazardly conjoining words and musical trends. To the surprise of no one, the NME crowd has anointed these Clash look-alikes London's latest and greatest craze du jour as This Month's Beatles manage a sound that pillages from almost every English musical movement of the last three decades. Shoegaze grandeur? Check. Ringing Edge-style guitars? Check. The Smiths' melodrama? Oh yeah, it's there -- most shamelessly in the form of "Lonesome Swan," a hackneyed rip of "I Know It's Over" with a guitar line set to the latter song's "Then why are you on your own tonight?" melody. Particularly grotesque is the Joe Strummer knock-off "Stabbed" that repeats ad nauseam, "I'm gonna get stabbed."
Worlds collide in Castle Donington, England. Devo grows up a punk band; disco hones its chops at CBGB; black leather sprouts sequins. Late of the Pier wears the side effects. A four-piece from the British Isles, the young new wave act shows off all manner of mishmashed influences, piecing together a sound that filters the '80s' choice bits through a laptop, distorts them to hell and discards everything else. This cut-and-paste style makes room for swirling synths, Nintendo-bleep percussion, even Sabbath-lite riff rock ("Heartbeat"). But these secondary players all feed off the band's bread and butter: the almighty groove, which achieves a heightened state in the form of the menacing electro-blast called "Whitesnake." It's a song that unlocks imaginative, other-dimension scenarios - two-steppers take over Studio 54; Madge learns guitar; hipsters dance to power chords.
Streetlight Manifesto, New Jersey's beloved third-wave ska band, will play Wednesday at Common Grounds. The show, which also features A Wilhelm Scream, The Swellers and The Stitch Up, begins at 7 p.m. Tickets are for $14.
As the youngest member of a family of seven, I was the last one to start drinking alcohol.
So your financial aid disbursement didn't exactly go as planned. Your wallet may have seen better days, but don't let a lack of funds put a damper on your fun. There are plenty of ways to kill time in Gainesville that don't require any transactions from your bank account.
JJ Grey loves writing his music, but he thinks it is better when the songs write themselves.
You may think to yourself, "No. Anderson Cooper and Animal Collective have nothing in common." You would be mistaken.
If you've ever been to a wake, you know that death cleans up real nice - velvet casket, crisp new suit, lots of pretty flowers. It's this bizarre phenomenon, the union of darkness and beauty, that Antony takes to haunting extremes with "The Crying Light," a smiling cadaver of an album that opens with the line "Her eyes are underneath the ground" and only gets more frightening from there.
In the '80s, Nava Ottenberg opened a vintage clothing store in Gainesville called Persona.
I'm on a mission to be more approachable. The rare, 20-second conversations at parties are really getting disheartening, especially when they end with, "You're blocking the keg."
Singer-songwriter Rachel Goodrich isn't fond of planning ahead. She said her debut album, "Tinker Toys," had no direction whatsoever.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, the time has finally come. In less than a week, Bush is out of office. Critics might allege that he destroyed our economy, started two wars and even failed to correctly pronounce the word nuclear on a regular basis. But he succeeded in one area-he is leaving the White House without a sex scandal on his record.
In a small village in El Salvador, one man has not left in 10 or 12 years. So much time has passed that he can't remember the last time he left. The nearest stream, which is barely a trickle, is a 10 minute hike over hills and poor health conditions prevent many people in the town of El Limon from leaving.
Ah, winter break. Plenty of time to catch up with old friends, chill with the family, cozy up in front of the fireplace with hot cocoa and mess around with the new iPhone or Blackberry Storm. But while you'd think all of these things would keep you busy, your mind is still stuck on what's-her-name or 'the boy,' also known as your fall fling.
Axl Rose spent a fortune in litigation fees suing a guy who leaked these songs on the web. Ironic, right? If the Cornrowed One had released this thing on schedule, he could have sidestepped online piracy altogether. You can't have an "Internet leak" without the Internet.
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