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Remember when you were a kid, tottering around the skating rink on Friday night, trying to hold that special someone's hand without sweating all over them or missing a step and falling on your face?
Strip away the strobe lights, the stench of beer and cigarettes, the rickety stage, the sweaty crush at the bar and the waves upon waves of noise. Silence the crowd, turn up the house lights and sit down. What would a concert be? There'd be nothing left but the music, distilled to its essence, and the artists behind it, staring at a chorus of faces eager for the next song. It could all be happening on your back porch. It could all be happening in your living room.
John Lennon never really made a terrible solo record. Even Paul McCartney had his "Live and Let Die." But great songwriting teams don't split via mitosis-you rarely get two parts equal to the original whole.
Somebody must have stolen Fred Durst's lunch money a lot of times when he was younger.
Pyewacket is a restaurant that tries to satisfy the needs of both picky eaters and dining connoisseurs. It claims affinity for both New American and "world" cuisine, which seems to mean that anything the chefs find interesting. Working on a 6-week rotating menu, the menu for this particular period is wide in scope but perhaps too ambitious. Be sure to not miss the appetizers, because Pyewacket does them well. The pear and stilton salad is excellent due mainly to the freshness of the pears and the slight sweetness of the toasted walnuts tossed in. Complement that with an apple iced tea, a beautifully presented drink that resembles a Mark Rothko painting more than a beverage. The spanakopita, a flaky Greek pastry filled with spinach and feta, cottage and parmesan chesses, is also worth a try. The entrees are more hit-or-miss. Meat lovers will like the tenderloin with mustard and green peppercorn butter, which also includes roasted potatoes and vegetable. Though it is not the best filet of beef out there, it's incredibly juicy, and the chefs will cook it precisely to your request. The "miss" of this menu is definitely the Indonesian curried shrimp and vegetables. When the dish came to my table, I had no idea what was going on-there was too much going on at once. Brown rice and not-so-fresh shrimp were lumped together with coconut, cashews and raisins while a small bowl of yogurt with pita took its place on the other side of the plate. If the curry had been pungent and strong enough, the yogurt might have been there to neutralize the hotness, but since the curry was bland and overpowered by the rest of the ingredients, none of the stuff my plate made any sense. Still, there are plenty of other items on the menu, so don't be put off by this one dish. Pyewacket's vegetable lasagna is a favorite for all seasons-it might be one of the best in the Triangle. It would be a mistake to leave Pyewacket without having dessert. The place has a chill atmosphere perfect for ordering a cup of coffee and a relaxing dessert. The coffee (exponentially better than Alpine's) is the perfect companion to dishes like the extremely rich and sweet creme caramel. During what will be an especially hectic weekend, parents and students will appreciate the free parking lot directly behind the restaurant. In general, Pyewacket is an extremely customer-friendly restaurant with a great wait staff and a variety of seating arrangements that include a lounge area, regular restaurant section and a veranda that faces directly onto Franklin Street. Essentially, Pyewacket offers something for almost everyone. And although you may not like every part of your meal, something will undoubtedly strike your fancy. After all, there's always dessert.
Madonna
What's the mystique of the American road?
The groove is coming to Clocktower Quad tonight-and this time it's got a twang to it. Starting at 10pm, jam rock regulars Leftover Salmon and Texas singer-songwriter Robert Earl Keen will appear together in what promises to be an iconoclastic meeting of styles and-hopefully-a hell of a good time.
Well, the first presidential debate is over, and it didn't provide much in the way of surprises. So, being the responsible media outlet we are, Recess thought it was our duty to report on something you might find surprising-George Dubya just snagged a huge endorsement from none other than Marilyn Manson. As if the satanic shockmeister didn't have enough problems, it seems Marilyn also thinks the GOP is the only safe place for his pugilistic nihilism. Saying in this month's Talk magazine that he can't stand veep nominee Joe Lieberman, the master of puppets opined: "If I had to pick, I'd pick Bush, and not necessarily by default.... I know I don't support what the other team is about."
The concept of undergraduate musical compositions isn't one that excites most people, certainly not critics. It conjures images of marginal talents imitating the latest fads, artistic blunderers honing their chops as would-be Jewels and Dave Matthews. Art demands experience, and undergraduates, almost by definition, lack it.
I'm not that innocent.
Bj
Barenaked Ladies Maroon
here's no such thing as a bad beer," said Top of the Hill's brewmaster, John Withey. "Some are just better than others."
Ani DiFranco swept into Raleigh last Sunday, sporting classic spunk, goofy wit and a political edge that charmed the sweltering Ritz crowd.
First you could ask Jeeves. Now you can ask Jesus.
Napster's legal troubles may have finally made their way to Duke.
Apparently, the album title Significant Other was just too... insignificant. Further casting aside all concepts of taste and decency, Limp Bizkit plans to title their new album, Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water. For those who can't decode this particular obscenity, the "chocolate starfish" is a reference to your... yeah. (As in, "you can stick it up your yeah!") As for the "hot dog flavored water," well, we'll leave you to give a long, hard thought to that.
Recess Editor Jonas Blank caught up with Jets to Brazil frontman Blake Schwarzenbach at his home, where he was fending off interview queries from journalists around the nation in preparation for the band's upcoming tour. Jets to Brazil are appearing this Sunday at the Cat's Cradle with local acts White Octave and Three Stigmata.
Sometimes it gets late at night, and you're alone, and you're still melting from the summer heat or shivering off the night air, and you miss somebody. Maybe you don't even miss anybody yet-maybe you want them gone. Maybe you shed a tear or two, or stare at your feet kicking listlessly at the air. You're having a moment, sad and impenetrably elliptical, because you can't hear yourself over your own thoughts.
