“The Sound of Music” is one of those things that you grow up with without being fully conscious of its presence, like the way your childhood house smelled; you never fully notice or remember it, unless the scent drifts to your attention through a lucky accident.
“Mr. Robot” is a rare feat of television that dares to break the rules. USA Network’s revolutionary new series boldly stares society down and unspools a cautionary tale geared towards corporate America and the ugly world we live in.
For many musicians, music enthusiasts and writers like myself, the labelling and categorization of music is often a necessary evil for navigating the massively diverse world of Earth’s sounds.
In many ways, going to a concert has a certain amount of predictability. The opener goes on at 8:00, headliner at 10:00.
This past month will perhaps be hailed as the month of many deaths. People lose their battle with life every day all over, many of them famous and beloved.
There’s nothing quite like the smeary ink stamps and thick Sharpie Xs haphazardly tattooed onto the hands of myself and fellow under-21 concertgoers.
When Seattle comes to mind, images of rainy days and fish markets may also come to mind. For the members of Hey Marseilles, their thoughts are of home.
Our generation has recently experienced something extraordinary—the revival, or rather, the awakening of “Star Wars,” a beloved franchise that has gone down in the books as one of the greatest series of all time.
This past Saturday at approximately 10, with a guy in a bro tank to my left and a girl in jewels to my right, I was in the dimly lit Majestic.
I would like to address a serious peculiarity of mine that has entangled itself into my core for many years.
Scott Mescudi, also known as Kid Cudi, is returning to Madison at the Orpheum Jan. 31 after postponing his Dec. 2 show.
Atlas Improv Co. hosted an improvised comedy show last Saturday, featuring a guest act out of Eau Claire, Wisc., called Glassworks Improv.
It’s 6 a.m., and I find myself on the Purple Line out of Chicago among a nest of snoozing commuters. My eyes are wide, lips chapped, feet still tapping in beat with the thumping club tracks I had just listened to for seven hours straight. Following in the footsteps of David Byrne, I ask myself: How did I get here? And more importantly, when will I be back?
In the basement of The Brink Lounge, in a space distinguished from the large club-like room where noticeably mature guests drank and danced to a live band, Dina Nina Martinez gave a striking performance to an intimate crowd.
The beginning of the year brings movies to the forefront of conversation. It invites fans and critics alike to reflect on the best movies of 2015 while looking forward to the new films in 2016.
Just two years ago, Amazon entered the race of streaming original series with little hopes in reaching anywhere near the success of the ultimate online video competitor, Netflix.
If you believed 2015 was an embarrassment of riches as far as literature and book releases went, you’re not prepared for what 2016 has in store.
I’ll be honest, while I originally wanted to attend UW-Madison for its academics, throughout my last year and a half on campus I’ve become increasingly interested with the surrounding city, specifically the dozens of concert venues just down State Street. From the Orpheum to the Majestic, branching out to the Frequency and bars like High Noon Saloon, there’s live music nearly every night in Madison.
Fans of any sort of music in 2015 were greeted to one of the best years for music genres to date.
Storytelling has always been at the core of all folk music. A talented lyricist in tandem with the right instrumentals has the ability to transport you to another time, place or world.
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