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Laurel Halo's Confusing Experiment

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Many musicians, especially those in the indie and electronic music scenes, experiment with music to create artsy smatterings of sound. For example, an album can be crafted out of many different songs that together tell a broader story. Each individual song can use strange time signatures or chord progressions to push our ears into unfamiliar territories. Sometimes, listening to experimental music can be difficult or even unpleasant, but a good piece of work always rewards the listener in some way. The majority of experimental pieces reveals layers of meaning or even hints of poppy, familiar melodies woven into the fabric. Laurel Halo's music has always fallen into the category of "experimental electronic" music, or music that relies heavily on computer manipulation and synthesizers to explore new sounds. For a while, the songwriter failed to burst into the spotlight; her work, though innovative, sounded cold and distant. With her debut album, "Quarantine," Halo introduced vocals and harmonies into her complex electronic soundscapes, breathing life and emotion into an otherwise unapproachable sound. The juxtaposition of vocals, alien synthesizers, and chords that hung confusingly between major and minor created a work that was not only exciting but human. On a couple of tracks, Halo incorporated relatively simple melodies into her shifting beats, crafting tantalizing near-pop songs out of unfamiliar sonic ingredients. All in all, "Quarantine" was a masterpiece, a record full of crazy ideas that rewarded the listener time and time again with snippets of the familiar. With her new record, "Chance of Rain," Halo's gotten rid of the vocals. Most of the tracks are devoid of melody, filled instead with rambling beats that subtly shift and evolve over time. Perhaps the greatest difference between "Quarantine" and "Rain" is represented in the album covers - while "Quarantine's" cover features bright neon rainbows, "Rain" is a black-and-white depiction of a graveyard. While "Quarantine's" swirling synths were thick and colorful, "Rain" is a much more monochromatic piece. The synths are thinner and crisper, and the drum machines rattle and shudder. "Chance of Rain" takes Halo's sound back into the alien territory she previously inhabited, and unfortunately it sounds like a step backwards instead of an improvement or a revelation. Not necessarily a bad piece of art, "Chance of Rain" is just much, much harder to appreciate. It often seems emotionless, and it's not the sort of electronic record that anyone would dance to either-which are two reasons why we listen to music in the first place. "Chance of Rain" is essentially a collection of beat experiments full of shifting ideas that sound new and different, but not particularly interesting. Tracks change, adding new sonic elements to basic, repetitive beats, sometimes morphing the sonic landscape completely but rarely into anything memorable or interesting. Laurel Halo is certainly doing something every track, it's just hard to tell why she's doing it, and even harder to later remember what she actually did. As a man who listens to a lot of experimental music, I have to say this record is one of the most confusing and driest pieces I've worked with. Almost complete lack of melody makes this album personally impenetrable. Perhaps there's something deep and meaningful to be discovered, but if so, I can't find it. Although I'd like to say I don't need emotion or social motivation to listen to music, "Chance of Rain" is the album that forces me to recognize that's just not true yet. Contact John Darr at jdarr@nd.edu


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Halloween by Notre Dame

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It's Halloween, and I don't have a costume yet. I'm late! I'm late! I'm late for a very important date - with myself at Feverween tonight. What on earth am I going to dress up as this year? Elmo? Been there, done that. My friend and roommate, the wannabe frat star, captain of our very own club sailing team and all around easily stereotypeable person? Probably my most creative (and only) use of a backwards hat and a sleeveless t-shirt in my life, but been there, done that. Sexy softball player? That's not a costume, that's just me getting out of bed in the morning. Besides - been there, done that. With little time and fewer resources, I'm forced to get real clever, real fast. And when that inevitably fails me, it's time to turn to the easiest possible source for Halloween costume ideas - Notre Dame. So, if you're reading this in the dining hall right now wondering why they never have wing night anymore and you're like me and you're scrambling to come up with a costume idea for tonight's social gatherings, try some of these Notre Dame inspired get ups.


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Sky Ferreira Finds Her Sound

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It's the question Capitol Records wish you weren't asking yourself right now: Who is Sky Ferreira? Sky Ferreira, right. That mysterious girl with the white-blond hair who signed a million-dollar contract with Capitol at age 15, who got rushed around through dozens of studios and producers for two years in order to find a sound that "worked," and who disappeared from the mainstream media when her label couldn't find that sound. For a young girl to go through such an experience was difficult enough - to be shelved as a failure, Sky has said, was almost too much to bear. But then last year, Sky Ferreira's single "Everything Is Embarrassing" blew up on the interwebs, racking up over a million views on Youtube and earning a spot of Pitchfork's annual Top 100 Tracks of 2012 list. The single paired Sky's smooth, mid-range voice with 80's-style drum machines and synths to create the kind of light, understated pop song that the radio hasn't seen for a good 20 years. Sky's unique identity - that of a soft-spoken young woman who succeeded in music even though she didn't fit her label's role for her - suits the individualism of today's youth culture perfectly. Her music, up to this point, has been warm, inviting and human all at the same time. So when I sat down to listen to Sky's album, I was hoping for more of the same. Sure enough, with "Night Time, My Time," Sky Ferreira finds success in what she's already become good at. Sky's lyrics tackle often-clichéd subject matter (love, relationships, individualism) with finesse. Each chorus is huge, memorable and passionate. Her voice, laid back yet confident, carries each song with no apparent effort. These are songs whose greatness is subtle. Most of the melodies are kept from leaping out of the sonic field; that is to say, "Night Time" is an album that could slip into the background but rewards those who pay attention. Perhaps the most exciting element of "Night Time" is how passionate it sounds. Sky is just barely 21, and most of her lyrics are full of the lively love-struck yearning that fills our college courtship years. Maybe it's just that I'm a hopeless romantic, but an album that starts with the words "I knew it was love" spoken like poetry is on to something. Throughout the album, Sky rampages through lines like "There's no tomorrow without you" and "He's locked inside my head" as if they were the last words that humanity would hear. Sky's exquisite vocal performance makes "Night Time, My Time" the sort of album that makes you feel as if it's in love with you - a pretty nice feeling if I do say so myself. One that makes a gray Notre Dame morning seem a little less gray, if you will. Of course, engaging lyrics are nothing without fantastic music to back them up. On its face, "Night Time, My Time" seems like a really solid pop album - many well-formed songs with pretty standard verse-chorus formats. The detail work, however, is phenomenal. On the chorus opener "Boys," one of Sky's vocal lines stays low while the other climbs beautifully to near-falsetto heights. "Ain't Your Right" boasts a shivering, thin guitar line that shreds against the heavy atmosphere of the song, creating juxtaposition between Ferreira's smooth vocals and the harsher instrumental background. And then there are the racing arpeggios in "24 Hours" that amplify the last-night-alive theme of Sky's lyrics. Every song brings something more to the table beyond its catchy chorus and impassioned lyrics, and in the world of pop music, that's quite an incredible feat. Contact John Darr at jdarr@nd.edu 


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Adam Devine throws a hilarious house party

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All around "bodacious, radical and gnar" (his words) dude Adam DeVine brings his friends front and center on the stand up stage in his new Comedy Central show, "Adam DeVine's House Party." DeVine, one of the stars of Comedy Central's "Workaholics," acts as emcee and host to a massive house party every Thursday night at 12:30 a.m. in the show, which features a host of up-and-coming stand up comedians performing short sets in the middle of DeVine's party. DeVine and the comedians perform an extended sketch as a storyline in between the stand up sets, allowing DeVine to show off his comedic chops and something of a connecting narrative to the episodes. "Nothing against like 'Live at Gotham' because that was the stand up show that I did that really sort of let me on TV and gave me a chance to do stand up so it was awesome, but ... you see these comics that you don't know, and then you only get to see them for like five or six minutes, so you don't really get to know them well enough," DeVine said in an interview with college newspapers around the country, including The Observer. "There has to be a better way where you can get to know the comedians outside of just their performance, and that's sort of where the idea for like throwing a giant house party and having a little story happen within the context of the stand up show." He said that though he's not necessarily just being himself on the show, the house parties in both his new show and on "Workaholics" does draw some from his own experiences. "['Workaholics' co-star] Blake [Anderson] and I, we've had house parties forever, because before we got ['Workaholics'] we were so broke that we couldn't afford to go out to bars," DeVine said. "... As soon as we got the show, we moved to this insane house in the hills that we rented and had like giant metal dinosaurs on the roof, and so we'd always have insane, bonkers parties there and that was like, 'Oh, I really want to do this [stand up] show.' It could be a lot of fun partying in a giant mansion." Fans of "Workaholics" don't need to worry about DeVine leaving the show due to time commitments; he said he shot the first eight episodes of his stand up show in nine days. And even though Kyle Newacheck, who plays Kyle on "Workaholics," does appear in and direct the stand up show, DeVine said the experience of doing his own thing was different but enjoyable. "It's cool," he said. "It's kind of cool to act with different people, and since it is my show it's up to me if something's not working. ... It's kind of fun doing something so new and so different than anything I've done before, like hosting a giant stand up show with cranes or cameras swooping over the crowd, or trying to blend the scripted stuff in with the stand up stuff. ... It was a really cool, fun experience, and I hope to keep doing it." Outside of "Adam DeVine's House Party," the 29-year-old comedian may be most well known for his character as the immature, not-so-bright Adam DeMamp on "Workaholics," but also co-starred in the 2012 musical comedy "Pitch Perfect" and currently has a recurring role on ABC's "Modern Family." He said even with all the work, he's still having fun. "It is a ton of work, but it's still way fun. Doing stuff like Conan O'Brien, if you would've told 20-year-old me that I'd be doing stuff like that I would've s**t my pants. I'm crazy busy, but it's still so much fun and I love doing everything," DeVine said. Adam DeVine's House Party" airs Thursdays at 12:30 a.m. on Comedy Central, and even though he's acting for the party scenes in the show and was being semi-serious during the interview, DeVine wanted to make sure that people don't think of him as too much of an overly serious guy. "If you guys could just write that I party a ton throughout the [story], I'd really appreciate it," DeVine said. "I think that would really spice up this interview for everyone." Contact Kevin Noonan at knoonan2@nd.edu 

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The Head and the Heart's fresh folk rock

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I'm here to set the record straight about The Head and the Heart's new album, "Let's Be Still." When I saw that Rolling Stone had given Miley Cyrus' new album "Bangerz" a higher rating than "Let's Be Still," I figured that the public deserved a better assessment.


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Bad Grandpa' gross, raunchy, hilarious

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In opening a film with a prank of an 86-year-old man getting his genitalia stuck in a vending machine, the filmmakers behind "Bad Grandpa" accomplish a few important and necessary tasks immediately.


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Worst Thing Ever: On the plastic bag, and self

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For my application to Notre Dame two years ago, one of the essays I wrote - answering the infamous "You have 150 words. Take a risk" prompt - was on my hatred of plastic bags.  No, I was not a tree-hugging activist who worried that their overuse and overproduction was destroying the environment. I was merely an annoyed son in a family with a mother who made it impossible to escape the all-encompassing utility that plastic bags offer. Although, in my defense, I do believe my convictions hold just as much weight as the former's. Through my 18 years of living in my house, I grew to hate nothing as much as plastic bags.


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Scene Fall Break Plans

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By KEVIN NOONAN Scene Editor I finished my third test in four days on Monday, just in time to start my second essay in three days so I can get to work on my God-knows-how-many group project in God-knows-how-many days, and it all has to get done by Friday when fall break starts or I fail and everybody hates me and GOD, WHY AM I SO STUPID. Needless to say, I'm a little wound up. And I know I'm not alone. I overheard a full conversation on the merits of the different flavors of Five Hour Energy, and anyone under normal circumstances would know that every Five Hour Energy is "I Can Feel Myself Slowly Dying from Drinking This" flavored. So, what's my idea of an ideal fall break? Some people might say Vegas, but my idea of "break" isn't exactly bright shining lights, late nights and losing every dollar in my pocket. Maybe I'm biased by the fact that I'm the worst gambler in the history of cards, but I think Vegas would just stress me out. Others might visit friends at other colleges, and I've done that in the past. But after visiting friends once or twice and getting all the material I'll ever need to make jokes about fraternities, I'm not exactly on board that train either. No, my ideal fall break is a 10-hour drive or a two-and-a-half-hour train ride and an hour or so flight away - home. The only thing in between me and my warm bed and home-cooked food is 50 million tests, papers and projects, but I can almost see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it can't get here fast enough. Contact Kevin Noonan at knoonan2@nd.edu


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Humans of New York' Finds Inspiration in the Random

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We've all been guilty of it at some point. For me, it happened this summer at a Ke$ha concert. No, I did not crowd surf or participate in illicit activities, but I did snap a few pictures of strange strangers. What else are you supposed to do when you see a bald man with a painted head and a pink beard? Of course, there are different strategies you can implement. You could pull out my go-to and snap a fake selfie, try the click-and-run technique or stand far away so there is no way he or she will detect your sly intentions (although, this low-risk tactic usually results in low-quality creeper shots). I'm sure you can relate to having tried out at least one of these techniques, but would you be courageous enough to ask a stranger for a photograph or even to strike up a conversation with the person to find out his or her story? That's exactly what Brandon Stanton, creator of the Facebook-page-turned-book, "Humans of New York," does daily. According to a 2011 New York Post profile, Stanton had been sporadically interested in photography while working in Chicago as a bond trader but became more and more active after losing his job in 2010, focusing on people he saw on the street. On a vacation to New York, he found the city to be the perfect place to explore with his photography. He decided to make a move to the Big Apple and began his project in November of 2010. Stanton says on his website that he planned to turn his project into a photographic census of New York, weaving more than 10,000 portraits into an interactive map. However, this idea changed after his friend persuaded him to set up a Facebook page dedicated to the project. In one year, the page garnered 500,000 followers, and the number stands at over one-and-a-half-million today. As his method of presentation progressed, so did the structure of Stanton's media. He soon added a new aspect to his photos: captions. Stanton started to find out the stories behind the faces he photographed. With a mixture of visual and written elements, the audience can gain deeper insights into the lives of the people pictured. This combination drew more people to the page and led Stanton to again change his intent for the project. He decided to provide new photos each day, complete with quotes and captions. The photos featured on the Humans of New York page feature a variety of people, from a germaphobe on his morning commute in a clean suit, to the inside of a 16-year-old's surprisingly insightful journal, to an ancient man with a flowing silver beard and head of hair quoted saying, "I look like God. Don't I?" The self-titled Humans of New York book was released Oct. 15. and features 400 pictures accompanied by quotes, captions and stories. I have been an avid fan of the Facebook page for a while and just received my pre-ordered copy. The book contains photos from all three years of the project thus far, which adds dimension to the book, since Stanton's pictures have evolved greatly over time. One downside of this fact is that only recently have the pictures started to delve deeper into the lives of the people photographed. I love being able to learn about how others choose to lead their lives and why they make the choices they make. Some of the captions of the earlier pictures merely state where the photo was taken. However, the photographs in the book are still beautiful and thought-provoking. This book acts as a welcome, vibrant contrast to the dull philosophy and calculus books on my cramped desk. It serves as a quick transport out of dreary South Bend to a world filled with unique, bright scenes and people. The book and project serve as inspiration to live life to the fullest and to stay true to who you are. Overall, Humans of New York is picture perfect. Contact Erin McCauliffe at emccaulif@nd.edu The views expressed in this column are those of the author and not necessarily those of The Observer. 


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The Avett Brothers Lose Their Touch

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"Overproduced." It's a word that gets thrown around an awful lot here in the indie community. Here's the usual scenario: Jim likes Band A. Band A isn't famous, so they don't have the money to invest in Top-40, radio-level production. Jim doesn't care about that, though - the band writes powerful songs with creative lyrics. The production, with its flaws and rough edges, gives the music a familiar and relatable feeling. Jim is happy with Band A and shares its music with every cute girl he meets. Somewhere down the road, Band A releases a catchy song that some company uses in a commercial. The song blows up, and suddenly the band has money for Top-40, radio-level production. Band A proceeds to release an album that sounds cleaned up and professional. Since the record lacks the flaws and rough edges of its predecessors, Jim feels disconnected from the music. It's almost as if the band has left him behind for a pop-radio audience. Jim is sad, and he goes off in search of other bands, hoping that his band might one day come back. I'm a lot like Jim. I love finding hidden gems, bands that haven't broken through the mainstream and are still recording music in home studios. But I'm also a producer - I can really get into an album where every note sounds perfect, where every musical surface is shiny and clean. Often I find myself defending albums that get pinned with the "overproduced" tag. After all, production is simply the shaping of sound that goes beyond the actual recording of the instruments. The ways to shape sound that can increase the meaning and power of the music are endless. Sadly, I can't find a way to defend the Avett Brothers' new album, "Magpie and the Dandelion." The Avett Brothers is an extraordinarily talented indie-folk trio whose fantastic songwriting and direct yet effective lyrics have pushed them to the forefront of the genre. On past albums, their production has boasted small hints of do-it-yourself recording - a muddy bass drum here, some grit in the guitar strings there. Each little touch brought the Avett Brothers' stories of small town social webs and existential American journeys remarkably close to home. They were a band that seemed to have a home in your jeans pocket; they belonged hidden in a cowboy's cap. On "Magpie and the Dandelion," the Avett Brothers completely lose that feeling. Every instrument is stripped bare of personality, crafted in a Top-40 mold. Songs that attempt to recall the front porch end up recalling Target commercials instead. Without any rough edges or sonic personality, "Magpie and the Dandelion" falls incredibly flat. The unavoidable fact is that it's overproduced to death. If only the songs themselves could save the album. Lyrics are the Avett Brothers' strength - listen to "The Ballad of Love and Death" and try not to cry. It's the powerful simplicity and honesty that carry the band's songs right to the heart of every listener. But in the context, "Magpie's" supermarket lyrics like "Pack a change of clothes and a pillow for the road for when we drift off to sleep" sound irrelevant, prepared and cheap. The Avett Brothers, who so often excel at making listeners feel at home, simply sound like they've lost their home themselves. Thankfully, a few songs do pull out of the pack. "Good To You" and "Bring Your Love To Me" boast exquisite arrangements with subtle instrumental flourishes that craft tangible atmospheres of emotion in spite of flat production. A live version of "Souls Like the Wheels" from "The Second Gleam" naturally escapes the production woes of the album. It's not as if "Magpie and the Dandelion" is a horrific album; it just sounds far away and alien, and in folk music, that's deadly. As the one live recording on the album shows, this album could have been great if it had been recorded and produced with some sort of human edge. As an Avett Brothers fan, let me leave you with this advice: wait for the next concert and experience this album as it should be experienced - real, rough, and human. Contact John Darr at jdarr@nd.edu  


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Machete Kills' Sloppy But Fun

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Sometimes you have to throw story, plot continuity, character development, believability, moral sensibility, acting, aesthetics and, above all, subtlety to the wind and grab onto the one thing you know and hold on like it's the last space shuttle to the moon before the world explodes into a million pieces - ridiculousness. This is the one and only thread connecting Robert Rodriguez's hyper-violent exploitation action film, "Machete Kills," but that doesn't mean it's not a strong thread. No, the sheer dedication to the absolutely ridiculous throughout the film, whether it be a machine gun bra or a ray gun that turns people inside out, provides for an entertaining, if sloppy, confusing and overlong, watch. Like the first installment in the series, 2010's "Machete," the film follows enigmatic ex-Federale Machete Cortez as he bounces around from one over-the-top action piece to the next, most of which feature his favorite tool, the machete. The basic plot of the movie involves Machete tracking down a super missile (at the behest of the president of the United States, played by Charlie Sheen in one of the many hilarious celebrity cameos that keep the film from ever dragging too much) that's been hijacked by a crazy Mexican drug dealer and revolutionary named Mendez. Mendez, we soon find out, suffers from dissociative personality disorder and flips between psychotic drug dealer and inspired revolutionary against the drug trade at a moment's notice. He's wired the missile to his heart, which leads Machete to the missile's manufacturer, the hyperbolically evil Voz, played by Mel Gibson. Gibson gives his most entertaining performance to date as Voz, a parody of every over-explanatory and eccentric super villain in Hollywood history. Instead of playing into tired stereotypes of parody villains, Gibson brings a sincere energy to the ridiculousness of his character; he believes he's a prophet, he's obsessed with space and space weapons, and he's a dedicated "Star Wars" fan. Though not as successful as its predecessor at landing a point or developing a story, the movie's sincerity in paying homage to the bad action movies it's parodying keeps it from being stale or stupid. It's by no means a perfect movie. From the first minute, it's unbelievably violent (I tried to count the seconds before the first person was killed but I got wrapped up in the action too fast to keep track). The violence is over the top to the point of being cartoonish, as all bad B action movies are, but at $20 million, this film's budget is quite a bit larger than those notoriously cheap movies, and sometimes the bloodshed is a little too real here. And at 108 minutes, "Machete Kills" may seem like a fast movie, but it drags in the middle almost to the point of killing the pace of the film, and it ends up at least 20 minutes too long. That being said, those 20 minutes include some of the brief star appearances that became one of the best running gags of the movie. Jessica Alba, Antonio Banderas, Lady Gaga, Cuba Gooding, Jr., Alexa Vega, Sofía Vergara and William Sadler have small, but generally hilarious, bits in addition to Amber Heard and Michelle Rodriguez's co-starring roles, all of which show how much fun movies like this must be for the actors. Or maybe Robert Rodriguez just blackmailed them all. The subdued, near-silent performance from Danny Trejo as the titular Mexican superhero is what makes the movie, though. With a sillier actor, all the explosions, gun battles and blood splatter might devolve into pure camp, but Trejo's unmoved seriousness grounds the movie and provides a contrast to the ridiculousness that makes the entertainment possible. In the end, if you can stomach a little blood and a few severed limbs, "Machete Kills" is an imperfect but undoubtedly fun action ride. Contact Kevin Noonan at knoonan2@nd.edu 


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Made in America - but not for everyone

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I have to say I love Jay-Z before I get into anything else. It's just a fact that I want to leave as something you can return to after you read this column. If you look at his discography, from "Reasonable Doubt" to "The Black Album" and even his newest "Magna Carta Holy Grail," Jay leaves behind a solid set of beats and lyrics with depth about the world around him and his transition from a street-level gangster who wrote lines on the side to a worldwide phenomenon. Compare him to Kanye and you get matching talent, but Jay-Z actually has a soul to Kanye's narcissism in and out of the studio. Jay-Z gets me going.




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The struggle with "The Walking Dead"

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Having a day to digest "The Walking Dead" season four premiere, I wanted to go back and extrapolate on a comment I made to myself during its airing, which was not the first time I've said this:  "The Walking Dead" will never be what I want it to be.


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Pearl Jam's 'Lightning Bolt' strike an ambivalent chord

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As the grunge rockers enter their third decade, Pearl Jam (PJ) seeks to find a balance between their punk rock impulses and their matured, sentimental side. Recorded in two separate sessions, their album "Lightning Bolt" veers sharply between both sides while pushing the band forward in a new direction. 



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Gabriela's Double Dog Dare

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I often remark how this column serves to remove inhibition, allowing me to do things I would normally not think to do or would normally not have the courage to do.


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Taking Fashion By Storm

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Hey, you. Look outside. Now look at your shoes. Now back outside. Now back at your shoes. Sadly, it's raining, and those are your best leather shoes. If you listen to us, you won't be wearing plastic bags on your feet. Look back. Now forward. You're walking down a rainy runway, cameras flashing, decked out in Louis Vuitton's latest South Bend-inspired line.