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If you are feeling sinister

One of the more endearing indie pop acts of the last decade, Scotland's Belle and Sebastian have also had their share of downfalls.



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Riot grrls... are cool?

This is not your kid sister's bubblegum pop. This is not even the Sleater-Kinney of One Beat, the tamed down riot grrls who rocked out to bouncy riffs and appealing vocals.


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How movies shape our lives

I have what some may call a sick affection for the homeless. I don't know whether it's their dirty skin, smelly garb, or the possibility that they're schizophrenic and bipolar but those boys (and girls) just make me smile.


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A mellower Chris Rock

Successful comedians tend to clump together. During their heyday, Chevy Chase, Dan Akroyd, Eddie Murphy and Bill Murray frequently used their individual star powers to create box-office friendly collaborations.


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Bonnarighteous

At a festival as singular as Bonnaroo, the stories speak for themselves. Jim James, frontman for My Morning Jacket, a group that has performed at Bonnaroo annually during the four years of the festival's existence, has a share of his own. "Behind us," he says about last year's show, "was a group of maybe 15 or 20 uniformed police officers... and this little girl stumbled up to them, obviously, you know, a little bit ? little bit out of her mind.


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The First Week Home

There are many good things about that first week of summer at home. Your parents understand that you are exhausted from what I call the emotional roller coaster of the last week: studying for finals while trying to spend as much time as possible with friends who you might not see again until the fall, and simultaneously dealing with the annoying process of packing.


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The Worst Album of the Year

You hate to rip a band that once defined your life, but sometimes they force you to. So much has been written about the Blue Album and Pinkerton, Weezer's milestone records from the '90s, that it's almost not worth getting into.


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Who's Your Daddy?

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith is simply the best movie of the prequel trilogy. For the third and final installment of the latest Star Wars trilogy, director George Lucas proficiently weaves all six stories into a fairly seamless whole.



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Review: Be Cool

John Travolta is Chili Palmer, a Brooklyn-born ex-gangster turned hot-shot movie producer who's had it with Hollywood and sets new sights on the music biz.



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Blue books or blue balls?

This article appeared in the December 9th joke issue. Street decided to put off its annual "Word on the Walk" interview until this last issue of 2004.


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Street Styles

Rock It: Houndstooth Houndstooth was the print that defined the larger than life '80s. Big hair pushed hairspray consumption into the upper echelons of excess, spandex jumped off the treadmill and onto the runway and our president was an unsuccessful actor.


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Hallcest 101

In the days of yore, Street editors would fuck with freshmen every week. Now, we only do it occasionally.


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That's The Jawn, That's The Jam...

Philly has its own idiosyncratic, eclectic and sophisticated style. One of the artists, Staccey, is on the scene making moves in art and music marketing, and is also putting out some of the most popular and uniquely Philly "jawn" tees.


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Street Styles

Stop It: Juicy Couture This should be obvious, but pink velour was made for teddy bears, J.Lo, and ... no one else.


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Specific skin specialization

As you know, Style hates ugly people, so we're doing our part to point you hideous mofos in the right direction and to make sure those who are doing well don't regress.


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Petty theft

Kenneth Goldsmith is uniquely unoriginal. Among his published works are Fidget, an account of every movement his body made for 13 hours on Bloomsday, 1997, and Soliloquy, a record of everything he said during one week.