Jammin at Bonnaroo
By Scott Hechinger | July 23, 2003"Booonnnnarrrooooo . . ." I screamed in a piercing coyote-like tone into the pitch-black Tennessee sky.
"Booonnnnarrrooooo . . ." I screamed in a piercing coyote-like tone into the pitch-black Tennessee sky.
As you are reading this riveting and questionably self-serving story, I am in New York doing my favorite thing in the world--shopping.
Do you remember the excitement of NBA Jam? Throwing down alley-oop, triple axle, two-handed hammers with Zo and Deke? Driving the lane to put up reverse, hesitation, white-boy lay-ups with...
AAAARH. That's the sound of a frustrated pirate, foundering hopelessly in the Summer of Suck.
"Aw, you look like the Fourth of July. It makes me want a hot dog real bad.".
Reading period: Not a cubicle left in the library, and the line for Starbucks runs well beyond the WEL.
Your favorite band is playing some small dingy club, smelling of rank urine and cheap beer, left lying on the floor for weeks before it can be cleaned by the middle-aged custodian who comes in...
Wilco is music you can die in.
Rare is the "reality show" that actually encompasses the rawness of life - the actual mundane, repetitive, boring events that litter our days.
Maybe we Americans needed something to distract us from the valiant rescue of the Iraqi people currently underway in a sweltering desert across the world. Maybe we just needed to blow off some steam.
Oh, what a long, strange... cliché I'm going to write, so I'll spare you. But at Recess this year, we've learned oh-so-much, and we figured that we'd impart some of that knowledge upon you tonight.
There's a girl at this school who owns marvelous clothes. Burberry trenches, Miu Miu heels and more designer denim than the TRL dressing room. Every time I see her clothes, I want to cry.
Sometimes I feel like time in Hollywood works like dog years; every year, five years worth of crap makes its way to our local theaters.
It is a strange yet familiar phenomenon that although spice is as elemental to Indian cuisine as peppermint is to patty, most Indian food stateside is positively prosaic.
Love it or hate it, Duke style is all around you.
For the last academic year I have been privileged enough to hold the position of Recess film editor. Perks? Countless free, weekly press screenings.
Well, we don't really do things on a calendar year basis, so deal with it. Here are our thoughts from the fortuitous beginning of the fifth volume to its dastardly final days:.
You've heard it all before: They're an indie rock band from New York that, in addition to rocking the retro look, has released the best album of the year. No, I'm not talking about the Strokes.
Looking for a friendly film scene? Get ready for the Sundance of the South: The 2003 International RiverRun Film Festival, co-sponsored by the City of Winston-Salem and the North Carolina School of...