These past few weeks have been relatively big ones for hip-hop and R&B. Some major names and underground fixtures have blessed the market with new albums and singles.
“Let me tell you a story.” Onstage, Venezuelan Artivist Daniel Arzola looked out at the crowd gathered in the Glass Pavilion.
I have pretty terrible luck. So when I was informed by the Office of Multicultural Affairs that I had won $15 tickets to see The Color Purple at the Hippodrome Theater — with a Q&A session with the cast afterwards — needless to say, I was pretty stoked at my good fortune.
As someone who would identify as far-left, anti-authoritarian and perhaps even anti-state, the FBI is, for the most part, representative of everything wrong with government.
We live in a plastic world. Many of us are surrounded by plastic wherever we go. We wake up and use plastic toothbrushes, buy food in plastic containers and shower with soap contained in plastic bottles.
It’s easy to think that there aren’t any films being produced that capture the mundane aspects of everyday American life. However that’s not entirely true; we do get these films, but they are often independent.
This week marks the final week of CHIHULY, an exhibition of artworks by well-known glass artist Dale Chihuly at the New York Botanical Garden (NYBG) in his first garden exhibition in New York City in over a decade.
People generally have very specific and arbitrary tastes; I am one such person. I think that J. Cole makes simple, boring music, but you can find me on any given day listening to Famous Dex and Lil Xan. I say that I hate melted cheese, yet adore pizza. I enjoy funk and poppy dance music, but don’t give EDM a chance.
School of Rock is not a movie about sitting down. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a comedy about a man who teaches a group of elementary school students how to play rock and roll music while pretending to be their substitute teacher.
Professor Biddle is a Baltimore native who teaches in the Writing Seminars Department. A former reporter for The New York Times, his speciality is non-fiction writing. He teaches a variety of courses including this fall’s “Non-fiction in the Post-Factual Era.”
In its first performance of the season, this past Sunday, Oct. 15., the Hopkins Symphony Orchestra (HSO) assembled at the Baltimore War Memorial.
A lot of life is dedicated to the age-old cliché: finding yourself. This is a topic that rap, one of the most personal art forms, hasn’t really touched upon.
Red Emma’s Bookstore Coffeehouse hosted a poetry reading by The Black Ladies Brunch Collective for a reading of poems from their book Not Without Our Laughter: Poems of Humor, Joy & Sexuality. This group of black female artists celebrated the importance of art, love and laughter in resisting oppression.
I’d like to preface this by saying that I don’t know who Cheat Codes or CADE are. My musical tastes are currently anti-Vietnam War songs and Chinese pop on YouTube autoplay.
Back in 2014, Netflix signed Adam Sandler to a four-picture deal. This meant that Netflix would finance and exclusively release four new, original films created by Sandler. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I found this out I couldn’t contain my frustration.
Throat Culture, the only on-campus sketch comedy troupe at Hopkins, had its first show of the semester on Saturday, Oct. 14. Let me tell you, it had everything: inhaler jokes, back tests, vegans, inhaler jokes, witches and even more inhaler jokes.
In recent years, the United States has seen a resurged emphasis on identity in politics. This lends greater national attention to many provocative visual artists, particularly those who seek to subvert the tenets of an oppressive society, like the lack of representation of marginalized groups in media.
Baltimore-based indie rock group Wye Oak played the Ottobar this past Saturday. During the opening moments of their set, they announced that they were done recording their newest album, and they also attached a tentative release date of early 2018.
A politician with red lipstick and a peplum blazer looms over a crowd of supporters. Anxiously, officers in brown, 1940s-style army uniforms strategize over their next tactic. With a gentle sigh, a young boy reclines against a bed, softly strumming his ukulele.
