Perhaps the public's perception of Fiona Apple can be summed up by the unplanned poll I conducted among my friends, with myriad and respectable music tastes, when I told them I was reviewing her new CD.
In our tireless quest for the best in Virginia wine, this week we ventured to the Downtown Mall to take a first look at the area's newest wine bar: VaVino.
Matt Nathanson blends incredibly poignant, emotional and expressive songs with a hilariously sharp sense of humor.
As I listened to Bloodhound Gang's purty little new release, Hefty Fine, I found myself drifting off to a dreamland... one where I had a booming bass system and a multiple personality disorder.
When Joss Whedon decided to resurrect the 1992 box office failure Buffy the Vampire Slayer as a television show, its success defied expectations.
It's been said that the way to outsmart the inflated pricing system of fancy restaurants is to go out for lunch.
I'd like to make a confession: I enjoy country music. And no, I'm not talking about the brand of country music marketed by the suits at CMT.
It's safe to say that the majority of tableau readers have never heard of -- much less played -- the award-winning, genre-defying Katamari Damacy or its sequel We Heart Katamari.
Sequels are tricky. If a band strays from its original sound, critics sneer, "They've lost their roots." And if a band sticks with its winning formula, critics rant, "An unevolved retread." So when word got out that Franz Ferdinand was releasing the inevitable sequel to their self-titled debut, the table was set for failure -- rare is the sequel that walks the fine line between familiarity and freshness. In spite of daunting expectations, the rowdy You Could Have It So Much Better delivers satisfying, scintillating sounds.
Arriving at Shakespeare on the Lawn's production of Hamlet and eyeing the stage, it's immediately obvious that this is a big departure from standard Shakespearian stagings: pedantically Elizabethan, prudently period or tediously modern.
Madeleine, like many Northerners, sees the South as a peculiar yet amusing culture that merits wonder.
Two men enter Tom Stall's diner on Main Street and ask for coffee. It's late, and the street lights outside the window are bright.
Hi, reader! How was your day? Mine was good. A funny thing happened. I was walking with a guy I have a crush on (you know who you are... Larry J.
Life is too often a reflection on emptiness. We pass our time contemplating the things that are no longer here; the way we were, the places we knew and, most importantly, the things we've lost -- all remind us that change is everywhere, and it is futile to deny its company. This is what the Japanese called mono no aware, or the Portuguese saudade.
Few places provide nicer settings to enjoy the beautiful September weather in Charlottesville than the Downtown Mall.
Imagine, if you will, a world without The Pixies -- a world where the collective evolution of popular rock music has been stagnant since the late 1980s.
I must admit, when I first popped the new David Gray CD into my computer, I had to fight the urge to immediately point, click and drag the entire album into my naptime playlist before I even heard the first track.
"Sunday is the day of rest." We've all heard it, and we all wish it could be. But we U.Va. students know that, unfortunately, it's far from the truth.
I must admit, this was my first exposure to Echo and the Bunnymen. A quick query through Google yielded some basic background info: Echo and the Bunnymen is a British post-punk rock band that formed in 1978 and had a string of hits in the 80s.
Do you enjoy reviews that begin with bold and pretentious declarative statements? Great! Here goes: Corpse Bride is the most aesthetically stunning film of the year.
