A decade ago, a Phoenix band by the scandalous name of Andrew Jackson Jihad released their second full-length album “People Who Can Eat People Are the Luckiest People in the World.”
The “Stoned and Starving” New York post-punk band Parquet Courts have a knack for astute observations and biting witticisms (“Ya know, Socrates died in a f---in’ gutter”) coupled with nods to the past via instrumental eccentricities.
As Durham settles into November, an ensuing buzz of excitement suffuses through the self-proclaimed “geek” community — as with winter, North Carolina Comicon: Bull City is coming.
To those who call Columbus, Ind. home, the sight of tourists clustered in packs, mulling around the streets, is not uncommon.
Wet. That’s what best describes the third annual Barktoberfest held Sunday at Durham Central Park.
When the lights dim and a drag queen takes the stage, she is, for that moment, utterly free — to be herself, free of societal pressure to conform to the gender binary’s norms.
In a world that often seems devoid of meaning, science and religion are often the most reliable means of assigning definition and validity to an unpredictable, chaotic universe.
In 1945, John H. Johnson founded the magazine Ebony and the fashion world underwent a massive change.
During the Halloween season, we are accustomed to being bombarded with adaptations of myths, whether through verbal communication, literature or on screen.
To an outsider, it would seem that Hillsborough has experienced something of a musical renaissance in the last few years.
After ascending the steps to the top of The Durham Hotel last Monday, I emerged onto an ornately decorated rooftop bar with charming Southern patio furniture, the setting for Murmur Radio’s live podcast event with guest Mac DeMarco.
Last Sunday morning, Richard White Auditorium on East Campus was crowded with Duke students and members of Durham community who came to watch the movie, “La Jaula de Oro.”
I first saw Touché Amoré perform in July 2014. They played to a sweaty crowd packed tightly into a venue with a broken air conditioner and a dip in the center of the hardwood floor, the cumulative result of too many circle pits.
On a peculiarly hot September day, a circle of drummers dressed in intricate patterns of red, black and white dance in the middle of West Weaver St., intermingled with grooving children, teenagers and a handful of gregarious adults.
Jay Som performed at Local 506 this past Sunday and for the entire show, Melina Duterte, the 22-year old frontwoman in round glasses and stripes, wore a pink cowboy hat.
It’s no secret that the film industry is a male-dominated field. In 2016, women comprised only 4% of directors, 13% of writers and 17% of executive producers on the top 100 grossing films that year. Of the top 250 grossing films in the same year, 58% of them had no female executive producers whatsoever.
The glow of the golden lights veiled the stage, and a circular “Local 506” sign hung from the ceiling above the five band members, suspended in front of the black backdrop like a moon in the night sky.
Cory Rayborn, Trinity ‘98, works as a business lawyer by day, but for the last 17 years he has also single-handedly run a record label out of his home in High Point, N.C. I got on the phone with Rayborn to talk about his years at Duke and his experiences with Three Lobed.
When you read the title “Reflections Within the Transitioning Grid”, an image undoubtedly forms within your mind—of mirrored surfaces, perhaps, or of the countless “reflection” papers your seminar professors have surely assigned throughout the course of your study.
This October, Durham will host the Click! Photography Festival in celebration of North Carolina’s newly official Photography Month.
