Bloomington Fest 2002
Bloomington may be dead right now as students continue to move in and get their dorms and apartments in order, but that's all about to change. Tonight Bloomington will come alive.
Bloomington may be dead right now as students continue to move in and get their dorms and apartments in order, but that's all about to change. Tonight Bloomington will come alive.
Fire and brimstone is not just the domain of Southern Baptist preachers. Before Rob Zombie, before Marilyn Manson, before the antics of all sorts of rockers, there was Black Sabbath. Sabbath is the origin of heavy metal. If James Brown is the Godfather of Soul, Sabbath is the Godfather of all of today's big metal bands, from Korn to Metallica to Def Leppard.
When I first looked at the cover of Legacy, I picked up something familiar about Floyd Taylor's face. When I started listening to the CD, I recognized something in his voice. I was somewhat puzzled and intrigued.
The Adventures of Pluto Nash" tells the story of a former low-life crook, in this case a smuggler, who makes a few smart financial moves and opens his own night club. The business takes off, and after seven years the local mob boss wants to move in and buy the place to make recent legislation allowing gambling more lucrative. When Pluto Nash (Eddie Murphy) refuses to sell, the hit men come running.
I need to see your ID, please. That's the phrase on the mouth of every bouncer in Bloomington, and it's the phrase that keeps underage students out of Bloomington's bar and club scene. Those without proper identification often have to look elsewhere for evening entertainment. Sarah Haynes, a sophomore, has suffered through this government-enforced restriction.
If you arrived early at Weezer's show last month at the Verizon Wireless Music Center, the opening band you saw was Sparta. Sparta has unusually good credentials, featuring three former members of At the Drive-In. Jim Ward, Paul Hinojos and Tony Hajjar might as well be known as The Guys in At the Drive-In Who Didn't Have Afros. And unlike Samson, perhaps they have gained strength without all that hair.
The smell of beer, liquor and cigarettes, the blurred vision and the sight of flashing blue and red lights through the window is a scene all too familiar to many college students. It's the scene of cops busting a party. The Princeton Review may have given IU its new national reputation as the No. 1 party school, but that doesn't mean students can party all year long and not worry about getting busted.
Another summer film season has come and gone, and as per usual, filmgoers suffered through the onslaught of derivative crap left in its wake.
I'm sitting here listening to the best of Robert Palmer. I realize how this may be wrong on many levels. One -- as the Weekend editor in chief, maybe I should pretend to have a good taste in music and not love '80s pop. Two -- It's only 9 a.m., and on a Monday, I should be sleeping in and reveling in my personal weekend adventures as a representative of the publication all about the esteemed event. But really, who cares?
Long before Alanis and Jewel and the seemingly endless stream of pop divas they begat, Juliana Hatfield was struggling to be viewed as an equal in a male-dominated business. After leaving the groundbreaking but underappreciated Blake Babies, she joined the Lemonheads, playing bass and backing up boyfriend Evan Dando. But she couldn't remain in such a supporting role.
When it came time for Peter Jackson's critically acclaimed box office beast "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" to be released on video and DVD, the evil geniuses at New Line Cinema decided that one release in August, far before the lucrative holiday season, was not enough. Why not release one version now, soon enough to keep the public's LOTR palette nice and wet, and then, when their wallets are helpless to the black hole of consumption known to most as "holiday shopping," release another?
Who is Simone? That's the question on everyone's mind as they leave the movie, directed by Andrew Niccol and featuring veteran actor Al Pacino. "Simone," a fun satire of the Hollywood film industry, makes its point, but falls somehow flat in the process.
The Paramount picture "We Were Soldiers," starring Mel Gibson, tells about the events of a three-day battle that took place in the Ia Drang Valley pitting the 7th Cavalry against a division of North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars.
Neko Case, or her producers, seem dead-set on making you realize that she has a fabulous voice. On her new album, Blacklisted, her voice sits amongst voluminous amounts of reverb and echo. All of this is used to make her voice sound as sweltering and sexy as possible, and it works. Her bare midriff portrait on the cover makes a nice visual companion for the disc.
The Adventures of Pluto Nash" tells the story of a former low-life crook, in this case a smuggler, who makes a few smart financial moves and opens his own night club. The business takes off, and after seven years the local mob boss wants to move in and buy the place to make recent legislation allowing gambling more lucrative. When Pluto Nash (Eddie Murphy) refuses to sell, the hit men come running.
Long before Alanis and Jewel and the seemingly endless stream of pop divas they begat, Juliana Hatfield was struggling to be viewed as an equal in a male-dominated business. After leaving the groundbreaking but underappreciated Blake Babies, she joined the Lemonheads, playing bass and backing up boyfriend Evan Dando. But she couldn't remain in such a supporting role.
Another summer film season has come and gone, and as per usual, filmgoers suffered through the onslaught of derivative crap left in its wake.
I'm sitting here listening to the best of Robert Palmer. I realize how this may be wrong on many levels. One -- as the Weekend editor in chief, maybe I should pretend to have a good taste in music and not love '80s pop. Two -- It's only 9 a.m., and on a Monday, I should be sleeping in and reveling in my personal weekend adventures as a representative of the publication all about the esteemed event. But really, who cares?
The Paramount picture "We Were Soldiers," starring Mel Gibson, tells about the events of a three-day battle that took place in the Ia Drang Valley pitting the 7th Cavalry against a division of North Vietnamese Army (NVA) regulars.
When it came time for Peter Jackson's critically acclaimed box office beast "The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring" to be released on video and DVD, the evil geniuses at New Line Cinema decided that one release in August, far before the lucrative holiday season, was not enough. Why not release one version now, soon enough to keep the public's LOTR palette nice and wet, and then, when their wallets are helpless to the black hole of consumption known to most as "holiday shopping," release another?