Game of Groans Game of Thrones has steadily gone downhill. It started with the tie-in album that featured artists like SZA, Lil Peep, and Mumford & Sons all coming together to produce a Game of Thrones inspired album. Now we’ve got the exclusive cast interviews,
Abbey road re-brands to appeal to up-and-comers Abbey Road Studios has been a fixture in London since it opened in 1931 and has been used by artists from Pink Floyd to Lady Gaga. The recording studios are most closely associated with The Beatles who recorded
Writing Ahead Hemingway said, “write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next.” While I’ve always taken this advice when I write I often wonder how these words apply, if at all, to real life.
Hail Mary Don’t ever ask yourself the question: how will I survive after college? The fit of terror, anxiety, and depression that follows won’t do you any favors. Monday night, I lay in bed, wondering how the hell I was going to pay the rent
Capitol Rating: 2 out of 5 stars Paul McCartney is back with his 17th solo studio album, Egypt Station. The album does nothing groundbreaking for McCartney’s career. Instead, Egypt Station is one that could fit seamlessly into any point in his 62-year-long musical career.
Dissonance For the last two days, I’ve woken up to the sounds of hammers, nail guns, and steel-toed boots in my ceiling. The roofers come early and go hard on the roof of my apartment building. I live on the top floor and can’t help
Today I drove through the Rockies’ game-day traffic. I was barely able to merge—twice; once on I-25 and again on Sixth Avenue. I attribute the recent influx in traffic to the legalization of pot. I’m not blaming weed directly, but the recent population growth has
DIY house shows are alive and kicking Ye Olde Elk Lodge is an old Victorian house located in the Baker district where local DIY concerts sometimes take shape. On Aug. 26, the Lodge hosted out-of-state friends Salty, headed for the coast on their first interstate
Cynthia had just shown me the bathroom, and then regaled me with the ethical details of her booking gig. From what I can tell, she books about three or four shows a month. As she goes on, I glance over at my boyfriend who
I stand on the dance floor at Ophelia’s, watching the people around me—mostly guys in hip clothes trolling for girls in hip clothes and everyone bobbing to the beat. On stage a guy called Panda Say What is playing. He and my friends, who go