Use the fields below to perform an advanced search of The Daily Cardinal's archives. This will return articles, images, and multimedia relevant to your query. You can also try a Basic search
38 items found for your search. If no results were found please broaden your search.
Louis the Child brought energy and positivity to their set at the Orpheum Friday night, with the end result being four hours of exceptional EDM.
While some spent last Christmas Eve sipping hot cider and buying Santa a Best Buy giftcard, others found themselves enjoying the best gift of all—an early album drop from iconic rap duo Run The Jewels.
Saturday night, the streets were filled with ghouls, ghosts and other garish creatures of the more unnerving persuasion. Classics enjoyed by many generations made their appearance as well, monsters like Frankenstein (Yes I know technically it’s Frankenstein’s monster), werewolves and all forms of vampire. And of course, the slutty nurse, cats that if they were cats would have no fur and professions clearly depicted with less clothing than usual. All these and more haunted the streets this weekend, revealing without a care by the light of the October moon, their visages magical and mysterious in the moonlight, titillating and enticing.
The Weeknd – Beauty Behind The Madness
Nothing manages to draw as many chuckles as it does frowns as the infamous ‘dad bod.’ Quietly entering the lexicon of college students everywhere last year, it is used to describe a blanket body-type that bridges the gap between the guy with a beer gut who discovered the gym a few months back. The idea of the dad bod is a fun topic of debate at parties, and it seems like I hear a new reason to love it or hate it every time the term comes up. Now that the steam behind a new member of the repertoire of college slang has died down, I felt the time was ripe to finally take a critical look at this phenomenon.
The roller coaster and college football are my two favorite childhood memories, and it’s days like Saturday that help me realize just how related they actually are.
We at The Daily Cardinal know that if there’s one thing to take away from Madison’s bar scene, it’s that it’s never short on memorable nights (and days) out. Here are our picks for the most scrumptious drinks, most eccentric personalities and best one-of-a-kind hot spots.
You can’t do Madison in a day. Most can’t even do Madison in four years, often sticking around for a fifth or even a sixth if they’re so ambitious. With all of the red and white sporting events, stale Keystone Light parties and remarkable people everywhere you look, it’s difficult to figure out how to spend your tenure here outside of class.
MONDAY
If you look far and wide, in the crevices and basements and pockets of places you’d pass by otherwise, you’ll find these neighborhood spots that are like none other. If you take a chance on them and make the long trek, you’ll find yourself going back for more.
Riot Fest is potentially the most polarized festival out there. Walking into the grounds on Friday, the contrast between Hot Topic tweens with My Chemical Romance back-patches and graying, chill punk dads was hilariously stark. The contrast between having a great time and having a terrible time became even more obvious throughout the weekend, with great shows and people equally matched with cold, rainy weather and some of the worst human beings in the world. However, this isn’t to say attending Riot Fest was a bad choice. Overall, the festival served its purpose: sweet, sweet nostalgia, whether it’s for CBGB’s or the 2004 Warped Tour.
Flattered to hear Thursday that he would be performing at University of Wisconsin-Madison’s inaugural Revelry Music and Arts Festival May fourth, indie artist Toro y Moi was also a bit surprised: Before the announcement, he was unfamiliar with the school, Madison and Wisconsin as a whole.
OK, so this weekend I experienced a completely different, incredibly more acceptable and meaningful kind of fandom that has nothing to do with television. I imagine you are shocked that I have any real interests at all. You guys, I’m a real person, not a delirious crabfisher like you might have thought.
The controversial Pabst Blue Ribbon advertisements will no longer be seen on Madison Metro buses due to the company’s decision not to renew its recently expired contract.
We’ve all been there. You’re at a party, enjoying an intellectually stimulating conversation shouted over the music, or you’re swilling a PBR and pretending to enjoy it, when someone throws down that despicable gauntlet of our post-post-modern young adulthood: “Oh Shannon, you’re such a hipster.”
To the horror of peers and piss-scented dudes alike, my friend and I recently embarked on a journey to an EDM show in Madison… sober. For many readers, this may never be a possibility to consider, but allow me to enlighten you: It is an option that is as doable as it is enjoyable. I wrote this guide for people like us: the lone wolf of the Zach Galifianakis-led wolf pack that does not happen to partake in certain substances, legal or not, when attending music events. Since arriving to college, I have planted the soles of several pairs of tattered shoes upon the hardwood floors of many events, all of which I have attended sober. (Save the “You’re better than I am…” speech for someone who isn’t human.) While this mental hitchhike occurred through genres trap, indie, and the like, I discovered a formulaic approach to surviving every DJ set and underwhelming moshpit one may encounter through their time in Madison or anywhere else on the planet, no PBR necessary.
In the hipster mecca of Austin, Texas where I attended SXSW, the PBR flowed freely, the moustaches were well-sculpted and the beanies were worn despite the nearly 90-degree weather. Although many of my friends would joke that I must have been in good company, it made me realize the dire importance of moving forward the common perceptions of what being a “hipster” really is.
I imagine being a hipster requires the most purposeful effortlessness imaginable. A little swoosh of the bangs here (hold on, let me grab my hairspray and bobby pins, aaand perfect), a little toss of the scarf there (ooo but, that's not right, it should be tucked in righhht thhhere) and a soft, old beanie sitting just right (but not too right, because that would look like I put it there on purpose, and I didn't!)
My fellow concert fanatics will know what I’m talking about when I say getting to the front row for some shows is no small feat.
Red Shed $1.75 top shelf mixers
Solutions by The State News
