I’ve always found revolution to be inspiring. Brightly colored slogans slashed across stark white picket signs and empowered activists chanting as they march — it’s overwhelming in the best way. There’s nothing more awe-inspiring then people who are passionate about their beliefs and act for change.
Our world is built upon a long history and a strong foundation of activism that has influenced and inspired our movements throughout the years. We’ve had the early revolutionary days in the Boston Harbor. Then the civil rights movements that reworked a nation for acceptance. Today we are facing campaigns searching for change in the many spheres that make up our society.
October 24, 2014 at 4:43 pm
When school overwhelms me and my senses, I try to clear my head with slam poetry. I know I’ve said this many times before, but listening to this poetry is reminiscent of comfort food. It feeds my soul and reminds me that I’m not alone.
“My mother taught me this trick,” professional slam poet Phil Kaye said. “If you repeat something over and over again, it loses its meaning.”
October 22, 2014 at 12:00 pm
It is a small show, just three pieces, but they fill the room.
Last Friday, during the much less chaotic Third Friday art walk, Lauren Lee debuted a solo show entitled “Lauren Lee: Oil and Ink,” at GreenHAUS Boutique. Those familiar with GreenHAUS know the tiny shop is normally filled to the brim with prints, statement pieces, vintage treasures and tiny trinkets. But during the show, there is significantly less, lending a platform for Lee’s canvases.
“The Finality of Words” by Lauren Lee. Photo credit: Mackenzie McCreary
October 22, 2014 at 12:00 pm
After starting House of Cards on Netflix, I had an urge to rush off and visit DC. That, and my best friend, Alexa Pereda attends Georgetown and always tells me about her fabulous life she has created there with her friends. Part of a long-term bucket list item that I have is to visit my best friends at their colleges, and visiting out nation’s capital was also on the list, allowing me to double dip on my bucket list challenge.
Over fall break I traveled to Washington D.C. from Thursday to Tuesday, my first time on the east coast.
October 22, 2014 at 11:16 am
I arrived at the Marquee Theatre an hour and 15 minutes early.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not the most punctual concert attendee. Confusion about the actual time of the event is to blame for my promptness.
October 20, 2014 at 11:00 am
The Austin City Limits Festival, a spectacular blowout that attracts music fans from around the country, took place over the course of the past two weekends. The festival is considered a premiere destination for those in search of a wide spectrum of musical acts; from a chunk of smaller bands such as The Rosebuds, Cults and Knox Hamilton, to the larger mainstream performers such as Pearl Jam, Sam Smith and current favorite producer-turned-DJ, Calvin Harris.
While the majority of the acts taking the stage over the length of the festival are touting older albums, some produced new material in 2014. Jenny Lewis, Childish Gambino, Pearl Jam, Sam Smith and St. Vincent are among those promoting brand new releases.
Chvrches, whose notable sound blends electronic synth and rock, are currently collaborating on a sophomore follow up to 2013′s popular The Bones Of What You Believe. This was made obvious when, upon taking the stage during the second weekend of ACL, the band treated the crowd to a live performance of a new track which has yet to be named (according to Pitchfork.com, working titles so far are “Richard Pryor”, “Gene WIlder” and “Eddie Murphy”). The song comes loaded with typical features produced by Chvrches and is not a far cry from their previous work, but it is nothing if not catchy and snappy. Check it out the ACL performance below:
October 16, 2014 at 10:45 am
I wanted to quickly share with you some reflections on a small handful of my current obsessions. These songs have managed to stick with me over the years.
5. “The Rip Tide”, Beirut
Coachella 2012 was a tremendous festival experience. There is something magical in roaming from stage to stage discovering new bands or revisiting favorites. Beirut, a solo venture turned group, was slated to play the Mojave stage. Casually, my friends and I stopped by to take in the all-encompassing sounds of Zach Condon’s flugelhorn, trumpet and trombone. After arriving home, I went back to Beirut’s albums and immediately became enamored with this track and all of its horn-heavy glory.
October 6, 2014 at 7:17 pm
Urban Dictionary defines “musicphile” as “a person who thoroughly enjoys listening to a wide selection of music and varied musical genres.”
While it is not something tangible, an object one can see or touch, music affects our brain. Harmonic rhythms can release dopamine to our brain, which in turn spills chills down our spine. In the summer of 2010, standing shoulder-to-shoulder at Pitchfork Music Festival, I was captivated by a then up-and-coming band, Local Natives. The temperature reached nearly 100 degrees in the shade yet during its tune “Airplanes”, the chills would not subside. A wide smile firmly plastered to my face, goose bumps covered my arms and even my cheeks (that’s when you know it’s good). That song still holds a spot as one of my all-time favorites.
October 1, 2014 at 10:57 pm
It happens to me most often when I’m sick, when my room is filled with tissues and medicine is thrown everywhere, and when I feel as if I am physically incapable of getting up to grab my laptop to watch Netflix. It’s when I’m forced to stare at the wall when I finally come face-to-face with my life, with where I am, where I want to go and who I want to be. And then I think to myself after putting my life together in a matter of a few short minutes, “Wow, my life is honestly a mess right now and I don’t care.”
I guess what I’m getting it at is sometimes life is going to feel psycho and out of this world but that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We don’t have all the answers and we’re going to make stupid mistakes that will leave our parents banging their head’s against the kitchen table, but that’s life.
I mean, aren’t we all supposed to be a little out of our minds? If we were all perfectly sane, life would be boring. Being perfect is simply impossible and highly overrated. Personally, when I think of trying to be perfect, I think of trying to be Taylor Swift and that life just seems flat out terrible and slightly unbearable.
September 30, 2014 at 6:27 pm