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At a time when our political climate is as divided as ever, where a comedian’s routine at an otherwise unremarkable Washington, D.C. dinner can spark days longs wars between adversaries on social media, empathy is often in short supply.
At the University of Wisconsin-Madison, there are over a thousand organizations for students to pursue their passions. However, for performing arts lovers, the university falls short.
It’s important to have recognition toward feminist writers as well as minority writers. This past year I took “English 173,” during which I had the opportunity to read “The Woman Warrior.” When I first heard the title, I had no idea what I was getting myself into or how it would open a whole new world of literature. Feminist literature is a form that gives voices to women who are traditionally suppressed or oppressed. “The Woman Warrior” is taught in many high school and college classes, serving as a contemporary classic which enforces the idea of feminist criticism that traditional patriarchal structure is not the only form a reader should view.
When Unknown Mortal Orchestra’s song “Ffunny Ffrends” mysteriously popped up on Bandcamp back in 2010, it was a random, ownerless track. It was lauded by critics for its mastery of lo-fi garage psychedelia. Eventually, “Ffunny Ffrends” was tacked on to the band’s debut, self-titled album, which fully encompassed the same sense of lo-fi psychedelia. Composed primarily of Ruban Nielsen on vocals and guitar with some help from other musicians, Unknown Mortal Orchestra has traditionally been a vehicle for stripped-back approaches to music — no bells and whistles, just exciting melodies and rhythms. Their early work set them apart as a band that was equal parts nostalgic for a bygone era and emblematic of a new era, fast approaching.
Out of the eight different show times that the Theatre Lila is presenting the play “LINES: A Theatre Lila Invention” at the Overture Center, I was fortunate enough to gain perspective from it on Saturday night. As Melisa Pereyra — the piece's director and also one of its writers — gave the typical spiel to “silence your cell phones,” she also encouraged the audience to “lean forward” and connect to the show. Following her directions, I tilted forward and locked my eyes on the stage, which was broken up into different sections by several lines — I tried to figure out what they meant. Unsure of how exactly the show was going to pan out and what exactly the title “LINES” meant, I decided to just shift my focus entirely onto the six female actresses on stage and watch the empowering performance that was in front of me.
“God of War” was one of those series back on PlayStation 2 that delighted in being an oddball and benefited from it. It sits up there with “Silent Hill,” “Ico” and “Shadow of the Colossus” as one of those staples that was willing to be a bit more experimental than its contemporaries, playing with mechanics other developers hadn’t before.
It’s been roughly three months since I arrived in Italy, a part of the world often broken down into a few romanticized generalizations invoking adorations of pastas, wines, cheeses and pizzas. The pattern of food association with the culture is, while somewhat accurate, casting a shadow on other elements of Italian society that may be overlooked outside of their niche communities. This, too, was my experience approaching the neorealism film movement of the 20th century.
On Tuesday, April 10, the Majestic Theatre on State Street turned the lights off and cranked the music up. Sasami started the evening off, followed by the band No Joy, with Baths ending the upbeat night on a great note.
Laura Esquivel’s “Like Water for Chocolate” is a magical, vivid and tragically romantic novel that tastes as satisfying as its delectable featured recipes.
A lot of ink has been spilled on the art of how video games make us feel. How they can make us feel powerful. How they can make us feel empathy. How they can make us feel things which we thought no media could ever make us feel.
“Isle of Dogs” has all of the classic Wes Anderson signature traits: an all-star voice cast at the top of their game, an eclectic mix of pre-existing songs with an idiosyncratic score, intensely detailed shots and a story that is equal parts enduring and off-kilter. Some of these features pay off more than others, but for the most part, the film is sweet, funny and immersive beyond compare. Wes Anderson delivers another distinctly packaged bundle of joy as “Isle of Dogs” balances fresh execution of his familiar themes with wondrous animation and enchanting world-building.
Being in a band that steadily produces good music for a decade is an accomplishment of epic proportions. Doing so for 50 years seems downright impossible, yet with an absolute masterpiece of a project, Judas Priest returns in peak form with their 18th album titled Firepower.
2017 was an incredibly influential year for horror with “Get Out” and “It” bringing serious and impressive entries to the genre. Audiences have spoken and given their support in full to the new generation of auteur directors and writers making their mark on the criminally underrated category of film. This year's “A Quiet Place” is the next best entry to the family but unfortunately makes one critical mistake that might provide unsatisfactory responses from audiences.
There are multiple stories running through one body, quickly responding to all feelings of anger, paranoia and vulnerability. Cardi B does not merely chase a quick appraisal with Invasion of Privacy, but rather reminds us that proving the doubt of success is hardest when in the spotlight.
I wholeheartedly went into Spring Break last month with the intention of catching up on school work I fell behind on, but instead I binged an entire series on cults. Though to be honest, this isn’t entirely out of character for me on a regular week. Netflix’s new series “Wild Wild Country” hooked me from the start, and I think non-cult enthusiasts will find it just as addicting.
Last year in February, Saba’s cousin and co-founder of the Pivot Gang rap crew, John Walt, was shot and murdered in Chicago. Saba searches for the cure to his emptiness from the loss of his cousin through the innovative piano backtracks and lyrical excellence that embody CARE FOR ME.
After weeks of dropping hints on Instagram, The Weeknd released My Dear Melancholy, a stirring collection of emotionally dark R&B to complement the latest winds of winter that blew through Madison. Just as the weather, The Weeknd has gone backward, but unlike the snow on the ground, The Weeknd’s trip back in time is a refreshing return to the past.
“Get off your a** and hustle,” is the first line on Rich the Kid’s debut album The World Is Yours. He goes on to rap, “I’m the definition of a hustler,” which could not be more true. While The World Is Yours has been marketed as his first album, he’s been a star in the trap scene for half a decade. In the past five years, he’s released a staggering 18 mixtapes which, on average, meant a new project every three months. On top of that, he founded his own record label Rich Forever Music all before signing a deal of his own. Rich is a hustler in every sense of the word.
Scottish-based, Mercury-Prize-winning group Young Fathers have been ones to ignore the confines of genre since their critically acclaimed 2014 debut Dead. The following year, they upped the ante with genre defiance while throwing in more abrasive touches that expanded their sound even further. Their first output since 2015, Cocoa Sugar is yet again an expansion of their incredible musical palette.
“The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and Her Heartless Grandmother” is a 1972 magical realist novella written by Gabriel García Márquez. At about 20 pages, it’s a short, yet dense read.
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