Adam Herbert announced as 17th IU president
The IU board of trustees unanimously selected Adam W. Herbert as the 17th president of IU Thursday. Herbert will begin his term Aug. 1.
The IU board of trustees unanimously selected Adam W. Herbert as the 17th president of IU Thursday. Herbert will begin his term Aug. 1.
When the 17 members of the IU presidential search committee embarked on what seemed in November to be a daunting task, they turned to the words of a former IU president for guidance.
Adam W. Herbert, chancellor of the State University System of Florida, will be named IUs first black president, culminating an extensive eight-month search, according to an IU source.
WASHINGTON -- Government prosecutors are reviewing years worth of sensitive telephone and e-mail wiretaps and results from secret searches to decide whether they can file criminal charges against suspected terrorists in the United States.
Wire's latest is not so recent, a put-together of two EPs and a few other songs -- real fans be prepared to be ripped-off. Even so, the pulsating of this distortion is captivating.
Maybe it's because he's from Canada, but Dan Snaith's mix of electronica-rock seems surprisingly uncorporate. While other dance/electronic vibes leave me feeling souless with a stomach full of Fast Food nationality or otherwise like a modern American, Snaith's blend of loose, textured percussion and sunglow melodies leaves something for the uncool to grasp onto.
Ok, so the story is the Apes travel down a river in search of the mystical two-headed butterfly and meet a range of interesting characters along the way. Admittedly, without the trusty press kit and program Frenchkiss sent the IDS, this storyline would have completely gone over my head. The best rock operas (like Prince Paul's Prince Among Thieves) match up great material with a comprehensive and fascinating plot, and even the ones with shaky plots (Tommy, the Kinks' Arthur) can often get by on great songs alone.
Most people reading this either weren't born or weren't old enough to appreciate Led Zeppelin by the time of the band's 1980 dissolution. If I could have climbed into a time machine and seen one concert, it might have been Zep circa 1972, right between Led Zeppelin IV and Houses of the Holy.
A lot of forgettable bands have imitated Nirvana since 1991 from Bush to Puddle of Mudd to any number of anonymous bands that had a hit or two and then went away. Nobody, however, imitated Nirvana like Verbena.
Bnny Wailer is perhaps an overlooked legend, a reggae icon who sometimes gets pushed to the side when the conversation turns to more well-known artists (and former Wailers bandmates) like Bob Marley and Peter Tosh. Bunny Wailer -- often called Jah B -- helped produce two immortal Wailers albums (Catch a Fire and Burnin') before setting out on his own, at first as a solo artist with Island Records, then with his own label, Jamaica-based Solomonic. Since then, he has earned three Grammys and the adulation of world-music fans across the globe.
Nathan Amundson begins his second album with an unaccompanied repitition of the line, "There's an evil in this room." This quote solidifies his place in the camp of indie singer/songwriters made possible by Nick Drake. All of them, without fail, cannot conjure up the demons as effectively or write as interesting skeletal song structures as the legendary, dead Brit. Nate Amundson is no exception, but like the similar sounding Damien Jurado, Will Oldham or Elliott Smith he has talent, a lot of it.
Elephant Micah makes slow, soft, arty folk for a 21st century audience that digs musical experimentalism. A Richmond, Ind., band releasing its label-debut record Elephant Micah, Your Dreams Are Feeding Back on the local label BlueSanct, Elephant Micah has decided to aim its musical pickup truck -- or is that riding lawnmower?
"The Shape of Things" is a brutally honest dark comedy about love, control, sex and image that is much deeper than its surface suggests. It's a complex, funny ride, but it ain't pretty.
As if the world needed another reason to be terrified of inbred hillbilly psychos, Hollywood gives us "Wrong Turn." Flowing strongly in the vein of "Texas Chainsaw Massacre," "House of 1000 Corpses" and "Deliver-ance," it's the touching tale of a group of privileged, pretty youngsters stranded in the middle of nowhere, subject to the warpath of freaky mountain men who for no apparent reason like to cut up campers.
Once again Pixar Studios proves to be atop the cartoon heap with its latest outing, "Finding Nemo." Not since "The Little Mermaid" has aquatic animation been this entertaining, but the formulaic story might prove a bit too familiar for some.
"The Italian Job" serves as yet another example in the longstanding trend of Hollywood bastardizing foreign films of merit. The 1969 original is a national treasure in its native England. This Americanization is more akin to a McDonald's hamburger. Sure, it goes down easily enough, but there's very little substance or nourishment contained within, and in all likelihood, you'll feel bad for having consumed it.
A few years ago, when I was a reporter at an alternative weekly in upstate New York, I landed the interview of a lifetime. After weeks of e-mails, phone calls and faxes, after a serious duration of schedule-juggling and agent-schmoozing, I finally had individual, personal, one-on-one-time (well, as personal as a long-distance telephone service can get) with the Man himself. I interviewed Weird Al Yankovic.
Sorry. That's all I've really got left to say. A few weeks ago we ran a feature on the Tuesday Concert Series in People's Park. Included within the article were some disparaging remarks directed towards inhabitants of the Kirkwood staple.
In playing "Return to Castle Wolfenstein: Tides of War," childhood memories of drizzly afternoons spent shooting dastardly Nazis and rabietic hell hounds come to the forefront of my subconscious.
Two Coen brothers DVDs were released recently. One is an overlooked gem, the other a highly lauded but somewhat over-praised exercise in mania.