Emily Franklin is an acclaimed photographer who hails from Metro Detroit. In 2013, she received her Master’s in Fine Arts from Northern Illinois University and she currently teaches photography at her alma mater.
It’s not often a show’s opener reaches the hype of its leading act. And yet, as the floor of the Southern filled last Tuesday night in anticipation Lucius, a five-piece group known for its soft melodies, it was opening act You Won’t which really set the show’s tone. You Won’t, a Boston-based alternative folk duo, features lead singer Josh Arnoudse, whose nasal tones hearken back to Bob Dylan’s sound, and a knack for strongly rhythmic guitar.
“The Heist” is a fantastic album, featuring Macklemore’s skilled lyricism and Ryan Lewis’ superb production. But it did not deserve to win the Grammy for Rap Album of the Year — not when it was up against Kendrick Lamar’s “Good Kid, M.A.A.D City,”and phenomenal albums released by Jay-Z, Kanye and Drake.
“Pity” is a mid-17th century play by John Ford which tells the story of a man who develops incestuous feelings for his sister. At the time the play was written, incest was considered too vile to even mention in the theatre. Completely disregarded for several centuries, it wasn’t until the 10th century people began discuss “Pity” and its merits.
The great Victorian detective Sherlock Holmes has always been a formidable character to readers of Victorian literature, roaming the streets of old London and solving imaginary crimes with his faithful partner Watson.
The Boss still hasn’t quit. At age 64, legendary singer-songwriter Bruce Springsteen still wears his signature voice and unparalleled guitar skills with pride.
The line was long at the ticket window outside the Jefferson Theater on a particularly chilly night last Thursday, where fans were eager to see Matthew Houck, the man behind Phosphorescent.
The University community prides itself on the success of its alumni. It’s hard not to, seeing as Woodrow Wilson, Robert F. Kennedy, Katie Couric and Tina Fey have all walked the Lawn. Now, Wahoos have another alumnus to be proud of: Sasheer Zamata, a 2008 College graduate who was recently cast as a featured performer on Saturday Night Live.
Don’t get me wrong, Man Overboard rules, and pop-punk’s so-called rebirth has had some incredible offerings. But the first full-length LP from the U.K.‘s Neck Deep, “Wishful Thinking,” is nothing special.
When you go to see a Coen Brothers’ film, you usually know roughly what you are getting into. You can expect the movie to be somewhat funny and somewhat dark, with the respective levels of each varying from time to time.
It almost goes without saying that the Oscars tend to disappoint, year in and year out. In my humble opinion, the Academy gets it wrong far more often than right, and the lengthy award ceremony itself has been upstaged as of late by the much leaner and meaner Golden Globes boozefest.
I’ll probably be one of the first journalists to go ahead and confirm that no, the usual suspects on 2013 best albums lists won’t be making a return appearance in this article.
“The machine does not isolate man from the great problems of nature but plunges him more deeply into them,” the great French poet Antoine de Saint-Exupéry wrote in his 1939 memoir “Wind, Sand and Stars.” This issue lies at the heart of “Her,” the latest cinematic effort from writer-director Spike Jonze. The film, which blurs the line between romantic comedy and heavy drama, showcases the terrific power of technology in helping us to cope with trauma and create human connections, but it also emphasizes the limitations of systems and machines in offering a rich and sustainable lifestyle.
Since hip-hop has splintered into so many subgenres and regional offshoots, it would be impossible to tie it up with one neat, concise narrative for 2013.
Based on the true story of Ron Woodroof’s efforts to distribute medication to treat AIDS in the 1980s, the latest Matthew McConaughey film “Dallas Buyers Club” plays out with the vivacity that the story calls for.
Kim Jong-Il. A name that induces fear in some, hatred in others, and yet, the highest reverence in many.
The Mowgli’s, an eight-person alternative rock band from California, kept the Jefferson Theater full Tuesday night.
If you’ve attended shows at local Charlottesville concert venues like The Southern or The Jefferson, you may have faced the same sort of confusion that always tends to strike me.
t wasn’t until I hopped on my bike to ride home from The Devil Makes Three concert this past Sunday that I could even form a sentence to describe this band’s appeal.
Many films have made me cry. My eyes watered during “The Notebook,” tears fell at the end of “Titanic” and my salty lips quivered during “The Color Purple.” But none of these classic films compare to the full body quake I experienced during “12 Years a Slave.”
