Some routines are great. Some are not. My experience in music has presented a dilemma. The pure entertainment value of a sound recording on first glance seems one dimensional. You pull up Spotify’s landing page and viola: 30 different playlists, albums, and singles are at
The feelings that surface when spearheading a project are often waffle-y. Not waffled like the breakfast delicacy, but like tracking your own emotions. They can change day-to-day, and sometimes second to second. It can be as minute as deciding either to cry before Adele’s “Someone
I gotta say, working in the press has given me a different interpretation of this annual music spectacle. To me, the Grammys used to be an exhilarating evening of watching many of my favorite artists perform high-caliber and over-the-top televised renditions of their latest hits. Which,
Anniversaries happen yearly. It’s kinda in the word, right? Your birthday. Your wedding. Your ex’s birthday. Your ex’s mothers birthday—he list goes on. During production for this issue, I celebrate the anniversary of stepping foot on this campus. Yeah, to be 100 percent correct, I
What you can get out of life is up to perspective. Think of it the way I think of filet mignon: it can either be unreservedly disgusting or a delicacy. I’ve never liked beef, but jeez; once I tried to trick my date that I
“Thanks!,” “Holy cow, thank you! Couldn’t of done it without you,” or at least a “Dude. Nice.” are among the things I wish I heard at my first job. But considering it was dog-sitting an overnight for my neighbor, I shouldn’t have of gotten my
“She said I’m looking like a bad man / Smooth criminal / She said my spirit doesn’t move like it did before / She said that I don’t look like me no more no more / I said I’m just tired // She said you’re
As it does for most families, Christmas is a yearly holiday that inevitably comes. As movies like Elf point out, with age comes pending drainage of the Christmas spirit. With this unfortunate socialization, what’s the point to burning the energy year each year to reverse
Begging, pleading, groveling on my knees, and sucking up like a boss. These actions have long been a solid indicator of how my semester’s been. Whether it’s vexing for an opportunity at extra credit, or my last-ditch effort to expose my pain and stress to
In one time or another in our life, we’ve all felt like something went wrong. Whether it was taking a swig of orange juice primed from a sultry session of brushing my teeth, or watching the presidential elections unfold before my eyes last Tuesday evening,