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Among songs like Big Girls Don't Cry"" and ""Umbrella,"" Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals' new album, Lifeline, is a breath of fresh air. Its inspiring lyrics and raspy vocals may not ensure No. 1 hits, but this album is definitely worth listening to.
Each year, football fans everywhere ritualistically gather around their televisions for the last game of the season. The penultimate showdown will occasionally live up to the impossibly large hype, but often the games aren't as close or as interesting as one would like. That's why there's more to the Super Bowl than the game itself.
University of Wisconsin and Madison police spent nearly all afternoon and evening Tuesday searching the west side of campus for a 19-year-old inmate with a history of mental problems, who claimed he was armed and wanted to be killed by police.
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If you were to ask around the Cardinal office you'd find out that electronic music is normally the bane of my existence. It's not that I don't consider it music, I just prefer the full band sound.
In recent months, I've been forced to come to terms with the fact that somewhere along the line, I became a hipster. For most, ""hipster"" remains a dirty word, an insult implying shallow self-absorption and a snobbish enslavement to certain ephemeral trends. I prefer to be more optimistic.
Rodney Lucas is not one to hide behind an image or a cloak. This Chicago-born hip-hop artist transcends the caricatures and archetypes of typical rap fare involving drug sales and stashed weapons through a permeating authenticity and unrestrained emotional depth. Raised in poverty on the streets of Madison with his family since he was 12, Lucas has seen the inglorious lifestyle of drug dealing firsthand. Through his triumphs and tribulations, he has maintained an unwritten oath to spreading positivity through his full disclosure of the truths in his life.
A drum-beat is so simple, and yet it is so close to our own heartbeats that the pulse sneaks its way into our blood and causes us to shake our asses. Music, though invisible, is nonetheless deeply physical.
When R.E.M. broke up last week, I didn't feel the loss. When the White Stripes called it quits, sure. When Sony announced it was firing Sam Raimi and rebooting the Spider-Man franchise, Jesus; I didn't answer my phone for a day and a half. Instead, I just sat alone in my apartment and drank, cursing Topher Grace at the top of my lungs. There really wasn't much else to do.
Today is Friday. The average guy wakes up with a pounding head, some puke on his shirt, and next to a girl he has in his phone as ""Tig ass Bitties."" He then blasts Rebecca Black, half to piss off his roommates and half because Rebecca is cuter than ""Tig ass Bitties."" Then it's breakfast. Tylenol, some eggs, grab some sausage and maybe even grab some sausage.
The days around Aug. 14 inspires shivers of dread from any Madisonian who knows what to expect. Called ""move-out weekend,"" it's enough to make a grown woman want to cry. The 14th is the most common day for downtown and campus —area leases to end, and the 15th is the day most new leases to begin. Tenants are given the boot all over town with no place to go for a full 24 hours. Streets jam up with moving trucks and curbs are barely visible under piles of old tenants' worldly possessions.
I was about 12 years old when I began my long and contentious, co-dependent relationship with the Clash's London Calling. Only recently have I realized that it has loomed larger in my life than all but a few friends or family members. Over the last nine years, I've listened to that album hundreds of times. In the last month alone, I must have put it on a dozen times or more. Only one of my friendships has lasted as long, and sadly, I haven't spoken to that particular friend since January.
Rallying cries rang throughout Bascom Hall Tuesday afternoon, as more than 100 UW-Madison teaching assistants, faculty, staff and students posted a list of demands on Chancellor David Ward's door.
From the moment former U.S. Sen. Russ Feingold, D-Wis., said in an e-mail message to supporters of Progressive United, ""While I may seek elective office again someday, I have decided not to run for public office during 2012,"" thousands of hearts across Wisconsin shattered into millions upon billions upon trillions of pieces.
After a five-year hiatus, a major personnel change and some classical training, the Red Hot Chili Peppers are back with their 10th studio album, I'm With You. Though it has a much different flavor than previous Chili Peppers efforts, it hits all the right notes, again cementing their place as one of the greatest bands of the last few decades. That being said, old fans shouldn't go into their first listen expecting to hear the same hard nosed funk and in your face riffs they heard on previous albums. The Chili Peppers are a band impossible to place neatly in one genre. No two albums have ever sounded the same and I'm With You is no exception. It shows a tamer but technically proficient side of the band, yet another step in their constant musical evolution.
This weekend, students from across the campus, city and state will flock to Madison to partake in the annual Mifflin Street Block Party. A historical event birthed from an organized Vietnam War protest in 1969, the block party has evolved into a cornucopia of drunk kids separating from their friends and getting hog-tied in the street. While the event is expected to harbor thousands of individuals sipping from boot flasks and wine disguised in soda cans, this Saturday the party rules have changed … and you can cry if you want too.
This past week, I slept a grand total of eight hours. With a research paper worth 40 percent of my grade due Friday, I had low prospects for the week before it even began. But I'm a firm believer in procrastination, the lifeblood of American society.
When it comes to rape and dating violence, it can be easy for some students to dismiss the issues as irrelevant to their lives. If no one comes out as a survivor to them, people assume no one they know is. Considering, however, that one in four women will be a victim of rape or attempted rape during her time in college and 32 percent of college students experience dating violence, it seems impossible that someone could not know anyone affected by these acts.
When the Wisconsin hockey and basketball teams ended their respective seasons, the resounding cry for most of the campus was, ""When will we be able to watch football again?"" That answer to that question is ""Saturday.""
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