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(10/23/03 5:00am)
Curated by Barry Nemett, Chair of the Painting Department at the Maryland Institute College of Art (MICA) and on display at the Evergreen House, Conversations is an exhibit created to explore the notion that the artist always has some other artistic influences glancing over his shoulder; that even when working alone in his studio, the artist is never really alone.
(10/16/03 5:00am)
The best thing about Mott the Hoople: Greatest Hits is that you probably didn't know they had any hits, let alone any great ones. But this glam-rock band is one of the best things you probably never heard.
(10/16/03 5:00am)
Mission Space's newest exhibit, "It Came From Detroit" makes me want to come from Detroit. Or at least visit it. Just a quick glance across the blonde-wood floor of the showroom and over its white walls, and I know what I want to do this spring break. Road trip to the land of the Magneto assembly line, gut-thumping ghetto-blasting techno music, and an art scene that thrives on rusted out cars and urban blight; a post-industrial wonderland.
(10/16/03 5:00am)
Microcinefest, the local yearly film festival for the small-budgeted, offbeat and occasionally zombie-filled specimens of the film world, never fails to come up with hits. Last year's winner of the Grand Jury Prize for Best Feature is now signed for a deal that will soon be bringing his vision to Blockbusters across the country.
(10/10/03 5:00am)
Ever notice that African American music always has the best names for its movements? Gospel, jazz, soul, blues, Motown, funk, hip hop. Makes you want to get up and dance just hearing the words. And what do white people have? Okay, admittedly the white-coined term "rock "n roll" is pretty hip but after that -- what? Grunge? Indie? Garage? These labels conjure up images of affected, greasy-haired, sallow college kids who represent the exact opposite of the spirit, heart and warmth that link together the sundry styles of African American music.
(10/09/03 5:00am)
I was walking around campus and its Charles Village environs early one morning a few weeks ago, armed with a stapler, a roll of packing tape and a trash bag full of posters for HampdenFest, tacking them on any free wall space I could find. I had to weed out week old flyers for used Ikea furniture, research test subject wanted ads and lectures long since delivered in order to make room for my own oversized notices. They were hard to miss.
(10/02/03 5:00am)
The thing that's always puzzled me about the Writing Seminars graduate program (and every writers' workshop in the country, for that matter) is this: Do they actually produce great writers? Rest assured that the med school trains bright students to be successful doctors. Peabody hands out doctorates to some of the greatest soloists and orchestra-players in the world. But how many Chekhovs come out M.F.A. programs? Is the next generation of Hemingways teaching IFP, or are they somewhere in Europe, sipping absinthe and watching bullfights?
(09/25/03 5:00am)
Kini Collins can kick your butt. Yeah, yeah, yeah her art is captivating and widely acclaimed, but she can also literally kick your butt. For a little over 15 years she studied and taught Japanese martial arts in both the United States and Japan. The really cool thing about that fact, besides that she can kick your butt (did I mention she can kick your butt?) is that you would never be able to guess that she's anything other than an artist by simply looking at her paintings. You'd swear she's been painting all her life. At least that's the way she makes it look.
(09/25/03 5:00am)
You know that piece of notebook paper that flutters on the sidewalk, next to the trashcan that it was intended for, but never made it into? Or that scratched up photo of people in outfits straight out of 1975? And that squished key, melted into the tar on the street that glints in the sun just for a split second - but just long enough to catch your eye? Someone out there can't resist bending down and picking these objects up. Where did they come from? Who lost them? Or were they cast aside? Each one has a story to tell and Found Magazine is here to tell them.
(09/25/03 5:00am)
Patrick Alban was a Peabody student with a vision. He wanted to bridge the gap between Spanish and English music, long before any Ricky Martin spearheaded any sort of Latin! Music! Craze! His passion for Latin music can be traced back to his boyhood in Ecuador, where he first began playing the acoustic guitar at age ten and won his first contest with some of his original songs just two years later. At 16, Patrick moved to the United States and enrolled at the Peabody Institute of Music in Baltimore at the age of 20, raring to go. That was years ago. Today, Patrick Alban and his band Noche Latina are hailed as the premier D.C. area Latin band. And if there is any measure of whether Alban has accomplished his musician's dream to bring Spanish music to the English masses, it is the fact that he was hired by your local neighborhood to play in your backyard next week.
(09/25/03 5:00am)
"So you're saying they split up and each did their own solo CD and are selling it as an album? What? Two separate discs? That's bull! What does that say to young Americans who come to the music store wanting to purchase their Outkast?"
(09/18/03 5:00am)
The music world suffered a great loss on Friday, Sept. 12, when legendary country star Johnny Cash passed away in Nashville, Tenn. Cash died at Baptist Hospital of complications from diabetes.
(09/18/03 5:00am)
Along with fresh cut grass and the scent of just-baked pumpkin pie, the smell of books ranks high in my list all-time favorite smells (okay, so I don't really have such a list, but I just made one up, so now I do). I don't just like smelling books, however; occasionally I read them too. If you're anything like me, and you like to experience books with all of your five senses, you'll be at the Eighth Annual Baltimore Book Festival being held this weekend on Saturday the 20th and Sunday the 21th at Mount
(09/12/03 5:00am)
Its never easy being artsy. Especially not here at Hopkins, where students who major in anything but engineering are scoffed at for their enrollment in "the School of Arts and Crafts." It's tough enough being a History major or an Anthropology minor, but just forget about taking straight-up fine arts classes. The way these science types describe it, if you're not throwing around terms like "axon" and "endoplasmic reticulum" you'd may as well be playing with Popsicle sticks and paste.
(11/14/02 5:00am)
Disclaimer: Do not read this article unless you are 21 or can produce a good false I.D.
(11/07/02 5:00am)
Sometimes at Hopkins, things are happening so fast that you barely have a moment to take a breath. But Parents' Weekend, which took place last week, provides students with the opportunity to reunite with the folks and get taken out to a fancy dinner.
(10/31/02 5:00am)
There is a student group on this campus with absolutely no structure. This rogue organization has no director, no agenda, no competitions to win, no views to push. They simply want to make life a little bit richer, and every time they get together something new happens. They are the AIDS Buddies, and their gift is their time.
(09/12/02 5:00am)
Do your parents drive you crazy with their rules? It's always hard to readjust to the be-back-by-midnight-dear curfew, after months of living on your own and obeying nothing more than your every whim. Well, imagine your parents not only laying down the law about your curfew, but about whom you break that curfew with too. This is the concept of Meet My Folks, a strange blend of dating game show and reality television recently added to NBC's roster.