Remembering Dick Wheeler
"Have you seen the bear yet?"
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"Have you seen the bear yet?"
Oh, what a long and winding road it has been… kidding, kidding! I'll try to refrain from any road or journey similes, most of which I already covered in my eighth-grade graduation speech. Even as I sit here on the dirty-ass couch trying to piece together a cohesive farewell column, I feel comfortable enough with my co-editors to give a dramatic interpretation of my eighth-grade graduation speech, embarrassing clichés and all. There are few people I'm comfortable sharing such idiosyncrasies with, yet in this little basement in Vilas Hall I've carved out a niche that I don't think I'll be able to ever completely replace.
The much-maligned ""sophomore slump"" some artists supposedly experience on their second album is more than a cliché at this point; it is a foregone conclusion. And there was cause for concern that the tUnE-yArDs' sophomore album would not be able to live up to their scintillatingly raw debut, BiRd-BrAiNs. Merrill Garbus, who fronts the group, recorded her first album entirely on voice recorder out of necessity—she didn't have a band to play with. Despite her Spartan setup, Garbus was able to draw out the expansive sound of The Dirty Projectors, a group Garbus has toured Europe with and who she has referred to as a personal ""hero band.""
Ladies, stop me if you've heard this story before: So I was at the bar last Thursday with my girls, y'know, getting our swerve on. We were having a great time, dancing on the bar, taking flaming shots (they tasted JUST like Dr. Pepper!) and playing Who's-Wearing-Whose-Underwear.
AUSTIN, TX - With the year's biggest celebration of indie culture wrapped up, all the music acts, film nerds and social media techies have left the Texas capital and fled back to their (often chillier) homes. However, the memories still remain. Correspondent Emma Roller recaps some of the most memorable music acts from the 2011 South by Southwest festival, taking a look back at what is increasingly becoming one of America's preeminent cultural gatherings.
One year ago, Neha Suri died of bacterial meningitis. One might describe Neha as a senior at UW-Madison originally from Singapore, a student majoring in journalism and political science, an employee of UW Rec Sports and a member of The Daily Cardinal. But those descriptions hardly give justice to the person Neha was.
In Madison, Ann Althouse is known primarily as a constitutional law professor who has taught at the UW Law School for 26 years. Outside Madison's city limits, however, Althouse is largely known as the smugly inscrutable blogger with a platinum bob.
""The government should not keep information confidential merely because public officials might be embarrassed by disclosure, because errors and failures might be revealed, or because of speculative or abstract fears.""
Pink Friday is a more serious album than the hip-hop firecracker many fans expected. At times the album poignantly reveals Nicki Minaj as the insecure 25-year-old living underneath spandex bodysuits and neon wigs. Unfortunately, however, that poignancy turns to dull repetition on many tracks.
Chromeo seem to have turned over a new leaf but it's hard to believe them. Like Bill Murray in ""Groundhog Day,"" they've been rehashing their ladykiller attitude since their 2004 debut She's In Control. But on their latest release, Business Casual, Dave 1 and P-Thugg reveal their sensitive snowman-building side in an attempt to woo North America's populace of feisty indie gals.
Hey guys. My name is Emma Roller and I'll be taking over as editor in chief of The Daily Cardinal next semester. I have five main goals for improving the Cardinal in the upcoming school year.
In the first frames of ""A Single Man,"" it seems the film's main task is merely to depict the interaction of gay men in an America where homosexuality is as unnecessarily threatening as the Red Scare. Based on a 1962 novel by George Isherwood, it chronicles a day in the life of George Falconer, a British expat teaching English at UCLA. The day follows George as he tangles with a newfound lack of meaning in his life after losing Jim, his partner of 16 years.
Vampire Weekend is a gimmick—much of the band's initial appeal lives in their painstakingly planned image, both visually and musically. Just as Angus Young dressed in prep school clothes to bring attention to AC/DC, the members of Vampire Weekend consistently don Wayfarers, polo shirts and boat shoes to reinforce their prep-school image.
Yeah Yeah Yeahs made me cooler in high school. After trudging through my freshman year listening to R.E.M. and Suzanne Vega, I remember reading about a new band on my friend's LiveJournal—no joke. After picking up Fever to Tell a few weeks later, I was hooked.
""State of Play"" is a terrible movie with an amazingly astute marketing strategy. By shamelessly pandering to media luddites with nostalgia-inducing montages of a reporter's life, it softened the hearts of some of the most jaded film critics (it made A.O. Scott cry, for God's sake). Although the movie itself fails to intelligently show the lack of objectivity in reporting today, perhaps the critical response it has received does exactly that.
Local band Love Rhombus feature three fun-loving, neon-sporting 20-somethings who use their music to express the sheer joy of letting loose, with a bit of a geometry lesson thrown in. Just watch their music video for Frostbite Heart,"" and you'll witness catchy layers of electronic beats paired with simple, rhythmic synthesizers, bass and guitar. This usually results in a vibrant wall of sound powerful enough to provoke spontaneous dancing from even the most incorrigible of friends. Add in the earnest lyrics of Madeleine Fairbairn, and ""Frostbite Heart"" becomes a more than auspicious single.
Although stoners have to rely on their imaginations when thinking of possible musical collaborations of their musical heroes in heaven, kids with a penchant for crisp rap and new-wave yelpers have found the earthly equivalent in The Spirit of Apollo, the debut album of L.A. disc jockey outfit N.A.S.A.
Tom Jones lives a life of adversity. How does one continue producing music for a career known mainly for its significance to the fictional life of Carlton Banks? Despite sporting a massive discography and more youth-oriented songs, such as 1999's Sex Bomb,"" Jones' tryst with popularity has been fickle at best. In 24 Hours, Jones' latest and 30th full-length album, the crooner shows his perfected organization of studio musician accompaniment but falls short trying to galvanize his career yet again.
Jefferson County Circuit Court Judge Randy Koschnick announced his candidacy for the state Supreme Court Monday at the Capitol.