Everybody loves The Beatles. And if you don’t love The Beatles, you’re probably just one of those people that likes to take the opposite stance of everybody so that you can seem edgy and unique. This quartet evolved from personalized pop hits (“I Saw Her Standing There”) to edgy, experimental rock n’ roll (“I Am the Walrus”), and did it while maintaining their songwriting abilities and charming personalities.
Throughout our existence, we’re bombarded with cheesy cliches and phrases meant to guide us through the often unnavigable terrain we call life. From adolescent drama at the school dance to adult annoyances in the work place, you’ll find that these “Golden Rules” apply to even the strangest of situations- like a Phish show.
Since 2009, I have seen Phish 37 times. By the end of summer I will have seen them 39 times. Just one show shy of 40, but I have to fly out of Denver a day early because plane tickets are much less expensive that way, and yes it is killing me inside that I can’t be at the final show of their summer tour, especially for the big 4-0.
It’s that time of year again! One of the best things about Christmas (besides those sweet porcelain villages complete with a horse-drawn carriage, woman in a petticoat and a town crier standing outside the church) is the music.
Sure, everybody has their favorite Christmas jingle, but have you actually listened to the lyrics of some of these songs?
Remember when people really liked Taylor Swift? When she first burst onto the music scene back in 2006, fans instantly related to her honest lyrics and down to earth personality. Girls wanted to be her best friend and guys wanted to bring her home to mom. She even beat out Beyonce for Best Female Video at the 2009 VMAs (much to the chagrin of Kanye West). And then she got, umm, kind of annoying.
I have been obsessed with Les Misérables, the musical based on Victor Hugo’s 1862 novel, since the 6th grade. It was the year that Jackie and I had a math teacher who devoted an entire unit to teaching us the musical, based on life in 19th Century France and all of the miserable people who lived during it. We instantly became obsessed. This is the only time in my life I have ever gotten an A in math.
I’ve been trying to write an article about The Arrogant Sons of Bitches for the last two years. I was going to title it something like, “Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone? Eagerly Awaiting the Return of the Arrogant Sons of Bitches” and it would basically be 1,000 words of me gushing about the now-defunct ska punk band from Long Island, N.Y.