$1 Record Review: Liz Damon’s Orient Express' ‘Try a Little Tenderness’
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$1 Record Review: Liz Damon's Orient Express' "Try a Little Tenderness"
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Denver-based band Tennis, while on tour for a new release, “Ritual in Repeat,” took the Crescent Ballroom by storm Oct. 29 with an intimate show that felt like the audience was present in the recording studio.
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Get ready, Valley slam poetry-lovers. This week, Phoenix will host the internationally known Individual World Poetry Slam for the first time in history.
After enduring last week’s whirlwind of uncomfortable emotions with Shakin’ Stevens, this week’s record proved to be a bit less alarming and a lot more entertaining. The moment I saw Molly Bee’s album, “It’s Great… It’s Molly Bee,” I was drawn to her darling blond-haired, blue-eyed innocence.
When I entered the Crescent Ballroom on Sept. 29, I had no idea what I was in for. I certainly knew that I would see Fever the Ghost, Wampire and Temples, the last of which had shown up in my suggestion box on Spotify without a second glance. Other than that coincidence, I felt no emotional investment prior to the show. By the time I left, however, I was in love.
While flipping through the dollar section at Roosevelt Row’s local record shop, Revolver Records, I was stopped suddenly by a deep, eyebrow-risen gaze. It was his sultry expression, accompanied by over-sprayed hair and an ill-fitted tie, that formed my first impression of Shakin’ Stevens, the man I assumed was an ‘80s hit gone terribly wrong.
When I was a preteen, I furiously scrolled through Astrology.com to calculate whether my crush’s sign was compatible with mine. Despite what the horoscopes insisted, he wasn’t into me and these fantasies never originated. Six years later, my trust in fortune telling has since become more realistic; however, there is still that 12-year-old in me who wants to know what life my future holds. To find out, I recently decided to contact a psychic.
For the first time in poetry slam history, the Valley’s arts district will be hustling and bustling with poets from around the world as people gather for the annual Individual World Poetry Slam competition. Come Oct. 8, Phoenix will host what determines the best poet of the English-speaking world.
This last week, I dared endure what no stomach has endured: a quest for the ever-elusive perfect waffle. Because my eight-meals-a-week plan does not allow more than one meal a day, I was left to eat nothing but waffles for the entirety of my five-day plan.
While the popularity of fully-instrumental concerts has reasonably declined since the mid-19th century, downtown Phoenix’s Trunk Space chose to defy the norm by hosting a night of ambient post-rock, featuring bands Deadfoxx, Ghost Island, Ursus Colossus and Red Hands Black Feet on the night of Sept. 10.
It’s time to free up your schedule, Phoenix: Individual World Poetry Slam season is finally here. This fall, the Valley will host this internationally-recognized event for the first time in the city’s history, finally putting Phoenix on the map as a hotspot for poetic culture.
From the hardcore punk of the ‘80s to the alternative grunge of ‘90s, the Phoenix metropolitan area has been home to a number of underground musical renaissances. Its most recent wave features a gamut of genres, ranging from metal to folk to rap, brought together by an assembly of artists who are dedicated to their own diverse community.
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On the evening of Aug. 23, I temporarily broke from my life as an inexperienced ASU student to encounter a world I had never known: the Valley's music scene. Led by the guiding hand of a booming local record label, I was swept into a supernova of mosh pits, glitter headbands, spacesuits and cassette tapes — a most unorthodox combination.
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