Phoenix soccer club gives refugee children fresh start
If you ask Souvenir Alagnama about the most challenging aspect of playing soccer in America, the 14-year-old Cameroonian refugee won’t think twice before answering.
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If you ask Souvenir Alagnama about the most challenging aspect of playing soccer in America, the 14-year-old Cameroonian refugee won’t think twice before answering.
The first phase of the city of Phoenix’s new landfill diversion program is set to begin July 7, as part of a larger sustainability initiative to divert 40 percent of waste into reusable resources by 2020.
[slideshow_deploy id='144304']In the mid-1980s, the south-central Asian country of Bhutan began a cultural campaign known as “One country, one people” in order to create a unified Bhutanese national identity. The campaign enforced harsh, singular restrictions on dress, language, and religion on all Bhutanese people, regardless of heritage, and made it difficult for ethnic minorities to prove citizenship. Those who refused to conform were denied citizenship and forced out of their homes. The campaign quickly devolved into a humanitarian crisis, and by 1993, more than 100,000 Lhotsampa Bhutanese were displaced.
Prescription drug abuse is on the rise, with Arizona ranking sixth in the nation for prescription drug overdose deaths, according to a new report by the Center for Disease Control and Prevention.
Dear Black Flag, This is my break-up letter. It should’ve been written long ago, back when I learned that Henry Rollins got his own “No Reservations” animal-themed spin-off series on Animal Planet, or when I heard that you guys were slated to headline a bluegrass music festival in Tennessee this past summer. It shouldn’t have taken me this long, but I found myself listening to “Damaged” too many times these past few years to feel comfortable with abandoning the emotions I had connected to the name “Black Flag.” But I’ve realized my mistakes, and I’m stronger now. I’m just going to come out and say it. It’s over, Black Flag. And it’s not me. It’s you. Your official revival is too much, too late and too awful. Getting the ol’ band back together almost 30 years after its disbandment isn’t heroic or something to be applauded. It's quite the contrary. The Huffington Post got it so, so wrong when they published an article with the headline, “How Dormant Hardcore Punk Legends Suddenly Became Two Legit Bands.” It should’ve read something like, “How Legit Hardcore Legends Suddenly Became Two Dormant Excuses of Bands.” If you guys were just reuniting one Black Flag, I would still be pretty upset. But you decided to separate the former members into not one, but two separate revival bands — Black Flag and FLAG, both of which use the original Black Flag font and logo and feature prominent members of the band’s early '80s lineup. So, I’m really super-extra upset. Don’t get me wrong. I love that you guys re-adopted original members, and I love that Henry Rollins is noticeably absent from both the neo-Black Flag and FLAG’s lineup. I love that you still have an overwhelming desire to make music and immerse yourself in today’s music culture and generally be badasses at your age, but you lied to yourselves. You lied to me. Black Flag died in 1985, when Greg Ginn gave that short phone saying he quit the band, and that was it. That was almost 30 years ago, and you all have changed. Of course you have, because that was 1985. You were booking your tour dates around Kira Roessler’s college schedule. You are all entirely new adults now, and trying to reclaim the Black Flag name as the people you’ve become over the past 28 years is insane. None of you are Black Flag. Sure, you collectively make up the members that used to be in Black Flag. But you are not Black Flag. The original Black Flag jumpstarted DIY labels and brought a new breed of punk to southern California that scared suburban moms sh-tless. You were instrumental to some of the greatest acts of all time, like Descendents and Minutemen and Redd Kross. At the time, and for subsequent years held dear in every punk kid’s developing heart, you were among the greatest. And your album art was controversial, wonderful, and in a word: iconic. The art for the new album, “What The…” literally made me say just that. It looks like a 53-year-old Ron Reyes hopped on the computer, discovered that Microsoft Paint was a thing and started doodling while he laughed to himself about how “fun” his “cartoon” was. ( ... Oh. You mean that’s exactly how it was made? Awkward.)Keith Morris got it right when he formed OFF! with former members of Redd Kross, Hot Snakes and a few others. OFF! was the perfect example of old punk dudes who used to be in killer hardcore bands coming together to collaborate on something entirely new, while still using relics from the past. Admittedly, I would still prefer to listen to each members’ respective old bands, but I have much more respect for OFF! than I do for the new-wave Black Flag. I mean, Raymond Pettibon even did their artwork. Listen, Black Flag, or FLAG, or whatever. I don’t have unrealistic delusions of what punk is. I don’t toss and turn at night, trying to convince myself that real punk isn’t dead. I don’t spend my days concocting plans to bring back the old stuff I missed out on for the benefit of my angsty companions who have never listened to a Bad Brains album before. I, like most young adults whose musical tastes were defined by early '80s hardcore, don’t cling to the past. We’ve discovered new avenues and genres of punk that are what we need now. I’m not upset about that. I know Black Flag died before I was even born, and I’m not mourning its loss. I’m mourning its revival. Reach the reporter at mmspear@asu.edu
King Khan is a garage-rock renaissance man. He’s explored every sound in the catalog with every name you’d expect to see in a rock history textbook. With messy punk from The Spacesh-ts and rock 'n' roll via King Khan & BBQ Show, it's so catchy you can’t help but excuse its vulgarity. So what about an easterly inspired brand of garage that finds solace in spiritual salvation, or a garage-gospel project with The Black Lips? You bet. A collaboration with GZA of Wu-Tang fame? Tai chi sessions with Lou Reed and family gatherings with Hunx and His Punx? Those too.
ASU's Barrett, The Honors College is notorious for a lot of things. Being a competitive, intellectually vibrant community? Yes. Laying claim to the best dining hall in the entire university? Absolutely. Academically catering to honors students deeply involved in the artistic communities of downtown Phoenix? Not so much… until now.
Like most of the current ASU population, I am a female. Like most females on campus, I was a young girl in the '90s.
Never in my life as a journalist did I think that I would have to write about Miley Cyrus. Obviously, I thought wrong. Through a series of unfortunate events, demand rose for a review of the freshly released 30-second snippets of each song from her upcoming album, “Bangerz,” and in a cruel twist of fate, I was assigned the task.
Before you go see FIDLAR, take inventory of everything on you. By the end of the show, you may come to find that you’ve lost a shoe, your eyeglasses, half of a sleeve from your T-shirt, or your mind.
It’s too hard to assign a genre to Philly five-piece Man Man. And generally, it’s a waste of time.
Walking into ASU graduate Tasili Epperson’s home is like being transported away from Tempe.
If you walk into the modest Burger Records store in Fullerton, Calif., at any given moment, you’re essentially guaranteed to find the following: a staggering collection of every record you’ve ever wanted, two shop cats traipsing along the stacks of cardboard record sleeves, and at least two people attending to the record player that supports the shop’s lifeblood. Pretty standard record store fare.
During a time of panic and devastation, the last thing on anyone’s mind is scoring that awesome online deal from American Apparel. Nevertheless, American Apparel thought that consumers were looking to do a little retail therapy on the heels of Hurricane Sandy by sending out emails about free shipping and a “SandySale,” to the areas that were hit by the superstorm.
Tempe Police reported the following incident Tuesday.
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