In case you hadn't already realized just how many of your friends at Dartmouth are from the Eastern seaboard (or, in particular, the New York metropolitan area), fall's first holiday vacation makes the geographic breakdown of the College's student body abundantly clear.
Anyone who follows news in the world of independent music has surely by now heard of the little band with the tragically bad name, Arctic Monkeys.
It is somewhat ironic that the two heaviest hitters to guest star on Kanye West's sophomore effort, "Late Registration," unwittingly emphasize the divide between West and the bulk of mainstream American rap.
When one thinks of an auteur of the cinema, a couple names pop to mind: Truffaut, Bergman, Bresson, Tarkovsky to name a few.
Does the fact that only five of the songs on the newest Oasis album, "Don't Believe The Truth," are actually penned by Noel Gallagher make the album actually more representative (democratically) of Oasis, or less like Oasis (artistically)? Does the fact that Ringo Starr's son (Zak Starkey) drums on the album mean that the brothers Gallagher have gone further in their miming of the Beatles?
Editor's Note: This is the final part of a three-part series in which The Dartmouth will report on the proceedings at the Tribeca Film Festival in New York City. While many of the movies shown at the Tribeca Film Festival will not be seen outside of the festival circuit, the last week of Tribeca also featured some heavy hitters that are currently set for wide distribution.
Editor's note: This is the second of a three-part series in which the Dartmouth will report on the proceedings at the Tribeca Film Festival in New York City. The Tribeca Film Festival swung into full force this past Friday in lower Manhattan.
Editor's note: This is the first of a three-part series in which the Dartmouth will report on the proceedings at the Tribeca Film Festival in New York City, which will be running through the month of April. I happen to think that Dartmouth is pretty "film-forward" in comparison to other schools.
During my senior year in high school, much of my free time was spent working in my hometown's independent video shop.
Like the bandana around the face of their ubiquitous stenciled logo, the boys of Kasabian are shrouded in their own bits of mystery.