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(11/29/07 6:00am)
\Promising local band Evacuation is Optional, seeks drummer,
bassist, guitarist, keyboardist, singer, equipment, rehearsal
space, songs. Influences open to suggestion. Must not own poncho,
facial piercings in excess of five or nipple rings. No experience
preferred.""
(11/08/07 6:00am)
Roughly a week ago, I found myself working under deadline while
sequestered in an empty classroom with a laptop, the frigid dregs
of a cup of coffee and the wish it was not 3:30 a.m. Previous
generations might have described this as burning the midnight
oil,"" a phrase suggesting cloistered monks hunched over papyrus
scrolls by lamplight, a marked contrast from the over-caffeinated
undergraduate dividing time between bathroom breaks and staring at
a blank Word document.
(11/01/07 6:00am)
For years my parents' fear was that I would try to drink my age
in shots on my 21st birthday, and, like so many others, would never
live to drive my own rental car. I never learned exactly how many
people die attempting this coming-of-age ritual, but I have heard
many times what motivates them to do so.
(10/25/07 6:00am)
Terminal inefficiency and the long work day of a person who
checks e-mail on the quarter hour have conspired to separate me
from social activity, my hobbies and the sleep necessary to pursue
either. By themselves, these kinds of isolations can be handled.
(10/18/07 6:00am)
Dear Sir who accosted me on Thursday evening of the previous
week,
(10/04/07 6:00am)
In case you've never done it, I highly recommend taking a moment
to Google yourself. Aside from the narcissistic fun to be had, this
is also a great way to see how your name is represented by people
all over the planet.
(09/27/07 6:00am)
Ever since the age of 14, when I peaked athletically by hitting
puberty before the rest of my track team, my enthusiasm for
strenuous exercise has trended downward. I'll still run to beat a
red light but I don't think I've got what it takes to run laps on a
track anymore, even if someone is firing a pistol into the
air.
(09/21/07 6:00am)
Every fall, when the thermostat first drops below 40 degrees,
three things happen: My immune system collapses, I lose the desire
to socialize with anyone who lives more than three blocks away, and
I start putting on layer after layer of protective blubber. Without
checking weather reports, I can tell we hit this mark last week
because it's reflected in my grocery bill.
(09/13/07 6:00am)
Eons ago, early humans had already laid down the ground rules
for what plants should be eaten through painful, occasionally
fatal, trial and error. It was a clumsy stab at the modern
scientific method but it worked, so it doesn't speak much for the
descendants of these survivors that, millennia later, we're still
consuming animals that poison and kill us.
(09/06/07 6:00am)
Having a lapsed Presbyterian as a parent, I've been told more
than once that there's a saying at some Baptist schools Dancing is
the vertical expression of a horizontal desire."" I must have the
blood of some of these buttoned-down Gentiles in my veins because
even though my childhood could hardly have been more irreverent, I
seem to have internalized that motto. For years, anyone watching me
express myself vertically through dancing could have interpreted
that horizontal desire as either ""sleep"" or ""some kind of
paralyzing fear that must be experienced horizontally.""
(04/26/07 6:00am)
When the Arctic Monkeys debuted with Whatever People Say I Am,
That's What I'm Not, the music press in their native United Kingdom
left them little room to improve, championing the band as the best
of the decade and instantaneously placing the album among the
nation's all-time top ten.
(04/17/07 6:00am)
By Matt Hunziker
(02/04/07 6:00am)
Like any split, Blur's 2002 breakup left its share of hurt
feelings and disappointment, but at least chief songwriters Damon
Albarn and Graham Coxon knew precisely which half they each wanted
to take.
(01/29/07 6:00am)
Lily Allen's musical beginnings (daughter of British celebrity
spurns record industry hit factory and runs own promotional
campaign over MySpace) have been harped by the media so many times
that it seems like it all must have happened 100 years ago. Even
so, the go-it-alone story is still a helpful introduction to
Allen's Alright, Still because it is mostly by virtue of her own
good taste that the album avoids the disaster areas pre-ordained by
the tabloid-fodder break up that inspired many of its songs.
(12/14/06 6:00am)
The Beatles, Love
(12/12/06 6:00am)
From Asia to Temple of the Dog, the output of rock supergroups
tends to bow to the hubris that the designation implies. The world
of indie rock, on the other hand, seems to have had much better
luck, with the success stories (the New Pornographers, Broken
Social Scene, the Raconteurs, the Postal Service) outweighing the
also-rans (Electronic).
(12/10/06 6:00am)
After a strong debut effort, most bands fear the
momentum-killing sophomore slump. As Austin, Texas based ...And You
Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead proved, however, deferring
critical disappointment for several albums can be even more
damaging. From their promising self-titled debut to its grandiose
follow-up ""Madonna"" and the superb, apocalyptic ""Source Tags and
Codes,"" Trail of Dead rode a wave of near-unanimous critical
approval. Consequently, when the wave broke on 2005's disappointing
Worlds Apart, the resulting shock left the band with no clear
direction forward and very little on which to build.
(10/18/06 6:00am)
For musicians with Minnesota roots, the state seems to exercise
a kind of artistic magnetism with a lingering effect that holds on
long after they've moved on to national status. Bob Dylan's Highway
61 Revisited added his home stretch of road to the rock and roll
canon. Prince's Purple Rain helped make Minneapolis' First Avenue
club into a national landmark.
(09/26/06 6:00am)
Though the effect seems lessened three years into the current
glut of post-punk and new wave-revivalists, when the Rapture
debuted with the fantastic Echoes in 2003, their angular, spacious
dance-punk seemed, if not entirely unprecedented, at least very far
off the beaten path. In subsequent years, no other band has come
close to duplicating Echoes' abrasive edge or its weird, manic sex
appeal. Consequently, fans rabidly awaiting a follow-up have had
their hopes resting squarely on the band's shoulders for a long
time.
(04/27/06 6:00am)
Hunziker Like the WolfFrom the desk of Aaron Spencer Douglas,
first year law student and amateur legal counsel to Mr. Matthew S.
Hunziker: