“Hold my hand darling/Pull me in your waters/When you call my name, I’ll be on my way,” the opening lines of “Pacific Love” off of Rainbow Kitten Surprise’s new album “How to: Friend, Love Freefall” ring out. And ring out the whole album does.
Anyone who knows me is aware that my music taste is basically that of a middle-aged dad. My entire Spotify is full of almost exclusively 1950s, ‘60s, ‘70s music, including genres like rock ’n’ roll, soul, funk, blues, country rock and so on.
“The Florida Project” is a film that is purposefully small and ironically, wonderfully rich.
As with all of Anderson’s films, “Isle of Dogs” is a visual masterpiece: Somehow Trash Island looked stunning.
Our two Cadenza editors listen to the entire Young the Giant discography in anticipation of this year’s spring WILD.
The sky teases at a sunset, but the sun still hangs high—it’s been a long day of activities like recovering from last night’s shenanigans, procrastinating studying for an exam or stopping by the Swamp to join a sparse, yet passionate crowd to support the many student bands performing this year.
The longest running show in modern theatrical history, with over 25,000 performances since 1952, Agatha Christie’s “The Mousetrap” graced the Washington University Black Box Theatre’s stage this past weekend as Cast N’ Crew’s spring production.
If you’ve passed through Brookings Quadrangle this past week, you probably noticed students rushing around the stage building a two-story set, camping out during the nights in a tent in the pit.
What film am I thinking of? It’s an independent flick featuring an unlikely friendship between two men played by Greg Sestero and Tommy Wiseau.
I don’t want to talk about Lil Dicky. I don’t want to talk about his commercialized racism, his winking gimmicks or his invitation to our campus.