There’s a special place in my heart for the New York based, indie rock band Real Estate. I equate their music to hazy desert nights and overall content.
Few songs represent the early 2000s as well as “The Middle” by Jimmy Eat World. "Hey, don't write yourself off yet," lead-singer Jim Adkins croons. "It's only in your head you feel left out, or looked down on.” Sounds familiar?
Have you ever heard the term “starving artist”? I definitely have, during conversations with my parents about my dream to be the next Pablo Picasso.
HBO’s “Westworld” brings together the old and the new to create something spectacular. This new series, based on the 1973 Michael Crichton film, has been cloaked in secrecy since its conception.
The first thing most people notice about a film is who is starring in it. We see the actors, invest our attention in them and virtually place them on pedestals above anything else.
The Weeknd returns like a leading alpha. With the release of his latest single “False Alarm” we are taken back to the disco-heaven beats of an old-school heartbreak and shown the insecurities of a man seeking validation from his newly developed self.
My roommates will be the first to tell you I’m not a morning person. I walk, or rather stumble, into the kitchen, grab a bowl of cereal and hibernate back in my room until the last possible minute before class, all the while hoping I don’t have to remember how to carry basic small talk until after I finish my painfully average cup of homebrewed coffee. Maybe it’s my addiction to coffee, hatred of mornings or unintelligibly fast-paced talking that led a friend of mine to tell me I remind her of Lorelai Gilmore, a lead character in the 2000 Warner Bros.
I think for most of us, when we think back to high school, a big thing we think about is our aesthetic sensibilities.
If you are craving a binge resonant to the film “Crazy, Stupid, Love” but without the originality, wit or charm, Netflix’s new series “Easy” is the show for you.
At this point, after going to three of their shows in the past five months, seeing Porches is a ritual: Brush your teeth, go to work, do laundry, go see Porches.
Last Saturday, teenagers waited anxiously as the doors of the Majestic Theatre were soon to open and feature the across-the-pond band The Wombats.
Instead of standing in a pit of my youthful peers, so close to the stage that I could feel lead singer Will Toledo’s drips of perspiration, I marched up to the Majestic’s balcony and sat in what I usually refer to as the Designated Dad Area.
There’s always excitement when a local band you grew up loving starts to pick up steam on the national level.
I consider myself far more of a film lover than a film critic. Whether a film is being announced or premiering in theaters, I genuinely want it to do well, because if there’s anything that I learned from watching, studying and evaluating movies, it’s that filmmakers put an incredible amount of effort and planning into their works.