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By Mikey B - The Lonesome Stranger - 01/22/2005

6:45 in the pm on Saturday night, I busted my ass to catch the 211 to get downtown. A few days earlier, I was ecstatic to be going to see Bright Eyes at the Spectrum. My spirits were still high, even though the cold was a motherfucker. This time, I didn’t wear my regular concert attire, which by the way usually consists of my black Converse High Tops, a various rock concert T-shirt, and my Saran Wrap leather jacket… ohhh noo… tonight, it was all about layering.

By Katie The K. - Katie the K - 02/05/2005

The Indie Show sometimes feels like a trip outside the classroom into the library. While it may be enjoyable because it is an opportunity to zone out, the library, like the Indie Show, isn't exactly recess and therefore falls short of providing a truly rewarding time. Despite efforts to be zany and irreverent, (with lifesize Lindsay Lohan cutouts in the audience), most indie performances make me feel more like I am participating in the token youth subculture event than actually having fun.

By Jo Satana - Umlauts and Powerchords - 01/08/2005

By Alex Robot - No Sleep Til Bedtime

For the record, CJLO’s Korgull the Destroyer (from Metal for Supper, Thursdays 2-4pm) bought this album when it first came out. I mercilessly made fun of both him AND the three corpse-painted clowns on the cover, brandishing medieval weapons and spiky armor. I knew these guys had a killer rep, but I assumed it was similar to the praise lavished on the over-rated Burzums of the Black Metal world, guys who are more renowned for their gimmicks and criminal records than their music.