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In the spirit of Django Reinhardt, who played the Russian gypsy tune from which the group took its name, Les Yeux Noirs infused Spaulding Auditorium with Jewish-Gypsy dance on Saturday night with inspired klezmer music.
French for "The Black Eyes," Les Yeux Noirs was found-ed by the violin-swooning Slabiak brothers, who must have souls as deep as their group's name implies.
Names can imply passion, and Sweet Honey and the Rock, who fired up Spaulding on Friday night, do sing like the sweetest of honey.
"Clarity is good, but I'm a little too clear sometimes," the singer-songwriter who goes by the name of Syd admitted before his performance at the Big Green Bean Friday night.
With "Day I Forgot," Pete Yorn fails to avoid the dreaded sophomore curse. This second effort from this singer/instrumentalist who is a little bit Ryan Adams, a little bit Coldplay and a little bit John Mayer is a good album, but all of the songs could easily have been on his debut.
"Day I Forgot" is the second release on Columbia Records for this New Jersey native and Syracuse University graduate.
"Confidence" demands just what its title implies. Unless you trust this film, then you cannot partake of its many pleasures.
Mariah May '04 turns a Shower Tower hallway into a stage
In a Hood Museum exhibition, woodblock prints portray Tokugawa-era courtesans and kabuki stars
Box-office leader takes the comic-book movie to new heights
Losing a member of a band is never easy. For Southern jam-rockers Widespread Panic, the death of guitarist Michael Houser in 2002 was devastating.
Most proposals for senior theses consist of several pages of thorough explanation, research and planning.
As I settled into my seat and tried to block the screams and cries of excitement from next door's screening of the new "X-Men" flick, I thought to myself, "What am I getting into?"
The film opens with a shot of a huge pile of dirt and the first line is -- and I quote -- "Barfbag!
Since making a documentary-style short for "Saturday Night Live" about a male synchronized swimming team, Christopher Guest has become the master of a genre of film that has come to be known as the mockumentary.
In the Bentley, a five-person show sets new marks for originality, comedy, poignancy and poise
"The Girl Show" might be a loaded title for an art show -- but that's the way Caitlin McNally '03 seems to like it.
The Yeah Yeah Yeahs are a band that's designed not to be ignored. You can't ignore a band whose singer, Karen O, alternately channels Joan Jett, Betty Boop, Frau Farbissina and Jenna Jameson.
Following in the footsteps of such journalistic luminaries as Mike Wallace, Barbara Walters and Ed Bradley, The Dartmouth's Mark Sweeney catches up with the big names on campus and asks the questions that others have too much professionalism or integrity to ask.
When "College Sutra" premieres tonight at 8 p.m. in Loew Auditorium, expect the culmination of months of work from producer Amit Anand '03 and his cast.
In a concert rescheduled from Winter term, the jazzy trio tries to warm up a Spaulding crowd
"Art was not a part of our lives," declares Bob's flat-accented, floral-muumuu-bedecked mother in Tom Dugdale '03's production of "bobrau-schenbergamerica."
The same might be and has been said by many a student here at Dartmouth.
Poor dialogue and acting plague 'The Matrix Reloaded'