Friday Night Rock to host Saturday Looks Good to Me
Saturday is the new Friday. At least that's what Friday Night Rock wants you to believe.
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Saturday is the new Friday. At least that's what Friday Night Rock wants you to believe.
If you've recently been to the Bentley Theater for a show, chances are that Andrew Dahl '05 was either acting, directing or both. Karisa Bruin '05 and Neel Tiruviluamala '05 were quite possibly on the cast list. Tommy Dickie '05 likely made his presence known. Loudly.
You may have seen Eric Lindley '05 performing his folk music in one of his many campus performances; if you've been to any Hop performance with piano music involved, Brent Reidy '05, a member of The Dartmouth's staff, was likely stroking the keys.
"Zu Zu? Choo Choo? Z-you Z-you? What the hell?"
Peeling the plastic wrapping off the new Decemberists album turned out to be the most aggravating experience of my life. I felt like a little girl so thrilled to get into a present that her excitement retarded her ability to actually open it. Luckily, it only took one listen to "Picaresque" in order to realize that my enthusiasm was completely justified.
In modern-day London, Natalie Portman and Jude Law walk in slow motion towards each other as Damien Rice's hauntingly lovely "The Blower's Daughter" plays in the background. She gets knocked by a passing car; he swoops down to save her. A cheap screenwriting "meeting cute" trick? Sure. Is it extraordinarily sexy? Oh God, yes.
Have you ever wanted to switch your boyfriend or girlfriend for someone else's? Ever wanted to see what life would be like if you had made a different choice about going to college or getting a job?
Anthony Shears seems like the average Dartmouth junior: he wears a giant jacket, wool cap, backpack and carries his laptop under one arm. But when he opens up his iTunes, it's not just famous artists' music -- Shears' own rhythms and harmonies flow out.
It is well-ordered chaos -- scattered slapdash poetry set into carefully coordinated motion.