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(04/21/05 4:00am)
It's Thursday afternoon and outside the front entrance to the Theatre of Living Arts are two middle-aged men. They keep their eyes and ears peeled as South Street traffic passes. Occasionally they look longingly at the venue doors. On the marquee above them, big black letters announce tonight's act: "Brendan Benson."
(03/24/05 5:00am)
Just like the smell of horse shit will always make me think of Penn in the spring, some songs are inextricably tied to our memory banks. Bob Dylan's "Blowin' In the Wind" forces me to imagine my mother sweeping and singing off-key. Jewel's "You Were Meant For Me" reminds me of the boy who sang it to me over the phone and then broke my heart. This is not a newsflash. Everyone knows and understands that sensory perception and memory go hand in hand. We all learned that in psychology class. What's important is not that our senses help us remember things, but that pop music is actually much more significant than we've all been led to believe.
(03/17/05 5:00am)
To this day, just humming "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" in my head makes me want to get up and prance around. Not sway. Not even dance, but prance. Literally. Like a deer.
(02/17/05 5:00am)
It's a foggy night in Philadelphia, mid-week, cold, humid, not at all favorable conditions for going out. Still, a few brave and dedicated friends are making their way to North Philly to see a show. The Main Drag is playing at The Fire, and, contrary to appearances, it's a big deal. On stage are four seemingly unrelated college-aged guys standing amongst a desk lamp, chairs, instruments, posters and an American flag.
(02/03/05 5:00am)
Sometimes late at night -- even when I'm exhausted -- I get caught up watching a repeat of Oprah. The worst part of this is not that I watch Oprah, or that TV can keep me up even though I know I will want to die in the morning. The worst part is, in all honesty, that watching Oprah always makes me feel bad about myself.
(01/27/05 5:00am)
The story of Tommy Stinson might just shape the way music-lovers handle telemarketers forever.
(12/02/04 5:00am)
Almost 9:30 p.m.
(10/28/04 4:00am)
There are two qualities every determined writer should have: confidence and sheer ingenuity.
(10/07/04 4:00am)
Just when saying "I'm 21" stopped sounding weird, only a few days stand between me and 22. Secretly, it pains me to admit that I am turning 22, since getting older stopped being fun at 18. Instead, my aging and subsequent introspection has shown me that I am a complete failure at life.
(10/07/04 4:00am)
Let's say you happened to have five guys that look like they belong in different bands. Hand them some instruments, let them roam free with their ideas and allow for some serious harmonizing. But don't stop there. Watch them fertilize in Philadelphia, expand their horizons to New York City and maybe -- for good measure -- send one of them to China for a year. What you would have then is a little treasure known as Inouk.
(07/01/04 4:00am)
There is one piece of advice that Dave Bielanko -- lead singer of Marah -- has for people who bash his band: "Whatever you wanna do is good with us. Don't come to the gigs, cause you're probably a dick and you wouldn't have sat at my lunch table anyway in high school." And that's that.
(04/15/04 4:00am)
Jesse Malin is just a fan, except he's not.
(04/08/04 4:00am)
There are very few opportunities -- unless you are showering with them -- to hear a bassist singing. But Nick Harmer, of Death Cab for Cutie, is a giver, and Street doesn't like to waste opportunities. As he explains the reason for making "The New Year" -- the first track on the band's most recent album, Transatlanticism -- he gives Street his own rendition of the song. "The other records we made started out with this slow atmospheric stuff," he says, "and we wanted something really bombastic and big for this record, just for a break in tradition more than anything. It's like [sings] 'so this is a new record.'" A sense of humor is not lacking with a band that is known for its melancholy songs.
(04/01/04 5:00am)
Dave Scher wishes people would dance at shows like they used to. One half of the duo that makes up California-based All Night Radio, Scher remembers his upbringing in Long Beach, California as a time when people danced at shows. "One fun thing back then was going to concerts and dancing around in a circle," he says. He "hope[s] people can dance again."
(02/26/04 5:00am)
In high school all of my friends got into the whole AIM thing fairly early on. They would say to me, "When are you going to get AIM?" "AIM is awesome," or, "The other day I was talking to ____ on AIM and he/she said _____! It was sooooo funny!"
(02/05/04 5:00am)
It's 3 p.m. on a Sunday, and Mike Errico is at Penn Station in New York City waiting for the train home. It's Mike Senior -- his father's -- birthday, and the family is gathering to celebrate. His phone is almost out of batteries. He has completely forgotten his interview with Street, but he's a sweet, humble man and Street is an agreeable magazine.
(11/20/03 5:00am)
They say that at the moment a person dies, they lose exactly 21 grams. On a death bed questioning this very phenomenon, begins 21 Grams, the new film by Amores Perros writer Guillermo Arriaga and director Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu.
(11/13/03 5:00am)
With the holiday season approaching, filmmakers are full of warm fuzzies in the hopes of touching a few wallets with that holiday spirit. Meanwhile, the world is wondering what former Saturday Night Live castmember Will Ferrell will make funnier with his presence. Luckily, the planets were in the right alignment and Elf was born.
(11/06/03 5:00am)
Prepare to dance in your undies again -- the Madonna of alt-country is back and louder than ever. With his first official follow-up to the critically acclaimed Gold, Ryan Adams has managed to successfully re-invent himself. Adams may have more albums under his belt than he will ever be able to release, but the 14 tracks that made it onto his much anticipated third effort, Rock 'N' Roll, are just as the title describes, a newer rock version of his passionate and skilled songwriting.
(10/30/03 5:00am)
Anyone looking for a movie about Sylvia Plath, the poet, should skip this rendition. The working title for this movie (Ted and Sylvia), would have been much more appropriate, since it is basically a summary of the tumultuous relationship between Plath and fellow poet Ted Hughes. Dramatic and passionate, it's a film that only people who are really interested (or like a good tear-jerker) should see.