“Detroit’s a strange, spooky place,” says Peter Hayes, lead singer and guitarist of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, who are bringing their leather-slathered gazing brand of rock to St. Andrew’s Hall May 10. A strange, spooky place is a fitting scene for the group touring along their sixth proper album, “Specter at the Feast”. The new [...]
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Fiction writer Alison Espach visited the Oakland Center April 9 to do a reading from her debut novel “The Adults.” The author, who currently teaches creative writing at Providence College in Rhode Island (I couldn’t find her on the college’s faculty list), answered questions and read chapters from her novel at the event sponsored by [...]
I’m going to break the fourth wall here, ladies and gentlemen. I was skeptical to review an album by such a well-known group, one that will surely get heralded from numerous acclaimed magazines and newspapers. However, I can’t keep my mouth shut on what a great record Paramore has put out. Paramore lost two founding members [...]
Each year, each day even, it becomes more difficult to make unique music. The Internet has oversaturated the marketplace and iTunes is a sea of bands that share a similar sound. That doesn’t mean these groups aren’t good bands that don’t make good music – they are and they do, but it’s easy to fall [...]
Cold War Kids are one of those bands that have been swept up by the times. Their fourth album, “Dear Miss Lonelyhearts,” glistens with sparkling elements of the dance music craze and yet still maintains the heart and soul the band has had since their beginning.
The album is clearly a departure from typical styles from the get-go of “Tap Out”. Vocally, Julian Casablancas’ falsetto takes some getting used to, and the blips of keyboard introduced for a band that has typically stayed a meat-and-potatoes type of garage rock band. These changes are best, or worst, showcased on “One Way Trigger."
March seems to be a stressful time for students. The winter semester is winding down and a barrage of final exams and essays breaths down the necks. There are too many distractions going on for me to keep my focus. Kids screaming about their Madness brackets, the growing urge to enjoy the extra hour of daylight. In my time of turmoil, I consistently turn back to the same thing – Bejeweled Blitz, the biggest waste of time to which I have become attached.
You’re never too old to rock, as Clutch proves with their tenth studio album “Earth Rocker.” The album is a hydraulic beast that revs the gas pedal and never really lets up. It’s a nice return-to-form for the band, picking up where 2004’s “Blast Tyrant” left off, and to no surprise with both albums are helmed by producer Machine.
There have been a lot of people coming out of the woodwork against bullying lately, and it’s really making me want to pummel someone into oblivion. Now I’m not pro-bullying in any way. It’s more of an anti-anti-bullying. It’s a movement that doesn’t get enough support, double-anti bullying – to protect the right to build self-confidence and character through personal triumph and overcoming all odds (or as I call it for short… never mind.)
I have good news and bad news for you, Oakland University. Good news: Four Michigan universities have made it within the top 30 growing campuses for www.SeekingArrangement.com, a website setting up young, money-hungry college students with older, lonesome souls with excess cash. Bad news: You're not on the list.
In a nation growing more health-conscious by the day, frozen yogurt is sprouting up all over Southeast Michigan. National chains like Menchie’s have opened stores in Shelby Township and Canton in the past year, along with the Sept. 1 opening of Sweet Island Yogurt in downtown Rochester. Larry Winkelmann, owner of Sweet Island Yogurt, said [...]
Last week, a woman from St. Louis, Mo. was fired from an Applebee’s after posting a snapshot on Reddit of a guest’s unique message scrawled onto a credit card receipt. The note, left by a pastor, read, “I give God 10 percent, why do you get 18?” in reference to the automatic gratuity added to large parties, and then drew a big fat zero for the additional tip. She also scribbled out the tip’s 18 percent gratuity, like that’s a merit for reimbursement. I am infinitely jealous of the infamy. I think about the lengths I have gone to make my receipts go viral, and this sorry sucker doesn’t even want it. She even got the poor waitress fired.
Manti Te’o, a remarkable college football star at Notre Dame, and his complex imagination have recently been under fire. The thing is that I don’t see the big problem with this. In fact, this burst of creativity is the kind of spurt most people could really use these days. Manti Te’o, I completely understand. I’ve done this plenty of times. I still do it every Christmas. When my family pesters me why I am perpetually alone, my “girlfriend” is “overseas with her family in Kosovo,” or “serving time for soliciting herself to an undercover officer.”
I didn’t really set any resolutions this year. I have a habit of breaking things, so I made the conscious effort to not set myself up for defeat. However, my seasonal affective disorder therapist says I need to set ascertainable goals for myself. The one item I did note, after being unanimously crowned the victor for multiple end-of-semester awards such as “creepiest moustache” and “most likely to drive a windowless van,” is that it is probably time to drop the whole weirdo shtick. It has very short-term appeal, to say the least. Now, a week into 2013, I’ve gone over the cliff and snapped my only goal.
Calling all creeps – the time of year is upon us again. The time we separate from our families and friends in utter disgust. No, not these political debates. I’m talking about No-Shave November.
OU’s Bear Bus is desperate to give its drivers a reason to exist and has decided to dedicate Thursdays to fast food drive-thrus.
Parking lot incidents provide victims with a wonderful opportunity
Perhaps I am just too old for these young’uns, but I feel Oakland’s campus has been overrun by swarms of fast-footed, quick-witted freshmen. If you’ve never seen the sitcom “Dinosaurs”, we are obviously too removed to speak to each other.
Despite that harrowing tale which began the downward spiral that is my love life, it was a social learning experience necessary to the growth of a malleable human brain. It perturbs me that school kids these days are facing banishment from institutions for multitudes of measly incidents.
The end is almost here. The finish line is just in reach. All that is left are these dreaded finals.