GSSF groups wrong target in seg fee debate
We all know tuition is expensive, but did you know the university is charging you over $1,000 in segregated fees on top of your tuition every year?
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We all know tuition is expensive, but did you know the university is charging you over $1,000 in segregated fees on top of your tuition every year?
Whenever I listen to a Kurt Vile album, I am reminded of a line from his song ""Slow Talkers."" He makes the small complaint, ""Everyone I know / Talks to me way too slow / I lose track of what they say / Before they walk away."" The line sounds almost like a premonition in light of his musical career, because, ironically, Vile doesn't seem to heed his own criticism. It was this slow-talker line of reasoning that plagued his almost-impressive major label debut Childish Prodigy. That album, despite being filled with harrowing chord progressions and hook-filled vocal melodies, was elongated to the point that listeners reached for the next button before each song had reached its intended end.
It's an experience lost on our generation, but one of the coolest things about record players was how they enabled their users to size up an album with the flick of their fingers.
Conor Oberst turned 31 on Tuesday. Yes, the boy wonder, the youthful genius, is, well, no longer a boy. He hasn't been for quite some time. Fittingly, his most recent album and the first from the Bright Eyes moniker since 2007's Cassadaga, is coming out today. Perhaps he hasn't changed that much, after all, what with this presumptuous birthday present to himself. But one listen to The People's Key and there is a recognizable difference, dare I say, maturity, to the sound of the record. Yes, yes, yes, don't worry. He's still dealing with life's difficulties and the human's transport through time and life and hell and all of that. There is an edge to it though, not sonically, not like an ass-kicking Desaparecidos song with huge guitar hooks and loud screams, but there's something dark, harvested far beneath the surface. Oberst has been a rock star for what is far beyond the majority of his life, having been Commander of Venus at age thirteen.
Saigon's story of major label struggles is a common one in today's rap game. Saigon was an up-and-coming East Coast emcee in the early 2000s who, fresh out of prison, looked ready to conquer the rap industry. His hype even led him to a role playing himself in the HBO series Entourage. However, he parted ways with his label before he could release an album, due to Atlantic Records trying to market him in ways he was unhappy with. After years of releasing mix tapes, he was signed to super-producer Just Blaze's label Fort Knocks Entertainment. Finally, he released his long awaited, shelved debut Greatest Story Never Told.
Within the past year, the entirety of our uncanny Internet generation has inexplicably developed either a squealing devotion or Pavlovian resentment toward Justin Bieber. Since his debut, this Canadian child star has developed a devoted female fanbase, heralding him an icon of tween (ugh) culture in the same manner the ""Twilight"" saga was presented as sufferable literature. Although––or perhaps because––Bieber is more wealthy and successful at age 16 than I might ever be, in my mind he was never anything more than another YouTube fad, a parable to Aaron Carter in the '90s, and doomed to the same obscurity––which is why it pains me to report that his new film, ""Never Say Never,"" is actually half-decent.
Following a weekend of weather atypical of February (and another Badger victory against another inadequate Ohio State team) I'm finding it easier to turn my sights toward the spring elections in April. Happily, election season has two components, and the first chance to vote in 2011 is today—the spring primaries.
I know everyone missed reading my loads of excessively profane birdshit while we were away for winter break. Now that you're all back, 10 pounds heavier with caffeine-blood running through your veins from too much Bailey's and coffee, I think it's high time I do something to help everyone start the semester out right. So, I came up with this brainchild of an advice column for your benefit. I also had nothing better to do while flying over Kansas.
Sleeping In The Aviary have always had a hard time sitting still. After forming right here in Madison, some seven years ago, the then-foursome released two albums of hyper-active jangly punk songs on Science of Sound records before riding over to Minnesota's Twin Cities and picking up a fifth member. On their first dispatch from the Land o' Lakes, Great Vacation, Sleeping In The Aviary ditch their most screeching punk styles for a more flush album that reins back their wild catharsis with dapper production and tidy pop numbers.
There were over 31 songs to choose from when Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band were making their fourth album, Darkness On the Edge of Town. In order to maintain the cohesiveness they wanted throughout the entire album, they only used 10. The others were pushed away and forgotten. But after 32 years, these lost songs finally get the recognition they deserve on Springsteen's latest, The Promise.
The Hollywood blacklist was not something any writer, actor, director or entertainment professional wanted to find themselves on 60 years ago. It was a list of anyone in Hollywood who had been publicly exposed as having ""communist sympathies,"" connections to those with communist sympathies or anyone who just acted too liberal or progressive. With the country in the midst of the Second Red Scare, anyone who was placed on the Hollywood blacklist was utterly unemployable. Presently, however, whenever someone in the film business talks about making ""The Black List,"" there is an entirely opposite, overwhelmingly positive connotation.
Kylesa is a blossoming example of a metal band with crossover appeal. This appeal stems from Kylesa's stylistic dexterity, a quality that became fully apparent in the success of their last album, Static Tensions, a delicious slab of metal that contained equal parts punk, hardcore and sludge. It was a dominating release that solidified Kylesa's place amongst the metal elites. Much of Spiral Shadow continues in the vein of its predecessor, but it also expands their sonic diversity to encompass even more of the distant fringes of the genre, and the overall effect is a mixed bag.
Want to know the best way to send a message in the playoffs? Have your pitcher toss a no hitter in your first postseason game.
Deerhunter have always been a band so unique that defining their sound in the context of contemporaries is difficult. ""Atmospheric punk"" is how the band describes themselves, but this term barely scrapes the tip of the iceberg that is the signature sound created by Bradford Cox and his bandmates. Halcyon Digest, the fifth proper full-length from this Atlanta quartet, finds Deerhunter expanding the horizons of their sonic landscape while distilling their songwriting into some of their most poignant and affecting material to date.
Freshman running back James White may find himself behind the reigning Big Ten offensive player of the year, co-listed as the No. 2 running back on the depth chart with sophomore Montee Ball, but sharing a backfield is nothing new for the talented rookie out of Ft. Lauderdale, Fla.
In a brash and controversial move regarding tomorrow's Mifflin Street Block Party, the school's favorite binge-drinking holiday, the city of Madison has banned the sale of alcohol from today through Sunday. The decision, based on the standard fears of arrests, vandalism, deaths and injuries related to mass alcohol consumption, will certainly have severe implications toward the partygoing community. Ned Cheever, 87, of City Hall, one of the people who voted for this year's drying-out of Mifflin, explained their decision.
—Tell him that you've changed, for real this time. Even show him the dryer sheet for that extra kick in the pants.
For Madison cinephiles, this is the most wonderful time of the year: The 2010 Wisconsin Film Festival (WIFF) has arrived. The annual cinematic extravaganza will feature 192 films screened over five days; while this monumental amount of cinema undoubtedly contains a wealth of established masterpieces and hidden gems, it can also be pretty daunting to try to determine what, if anything, one should go see. Thus, it's no surprise that the question everyone's been asking me over the last few weeks is ""What's worth seeing?""
""Boys draw, girls color"": This is the dubious belief that UW-Madison seniors Ella Bainton and Meg Lord Fransee interrogate through their respective bodies of work. At once visceral and contemplative, their new tandem exhibit at the Good Style Shop on East Washington Avenue, ""New Miracle Pale in Drone,"" serves as tangible evidence that Madison's art scene is more challenging and stimulating than most likely realize.
Columnist's note: Yes it's almost March Madness, yes the column name has changed but somehow it's about hockey. Well here's the thing, the Dance has been analyzed and overanalyzed with most points of view being taken. This column could throw out something outlandish with the hope it would grab attention or move over already traveled ground and get lost in the noise. Instead, it's about hockey. Enjoy the column and the most wonderful two days of the sports year.