Two years ago, after nearly a decade of work, Raleigh’s Tift Merritt had in Bramble Rose what many critics believed was the year’s best release by a debut artist of any genre.
A couple of years ago, Jessica Simpson was a somewhat statuesque chanteuse with jaw-dropping pipes who seemed cut from the pre-nutjob Whitney Houston mold.
The opening of the Nasher Museum is still a year away, and the Duke University Museum of Art on East Campus is already closed.
Some might wonder why a commercial thriller starring teen heart-throb Josh Hartnett failed to make the summer release rush.
Hollywood has often been ridiculed for its obsession with itself.
"I had thought she was merely a social climber. I see now she’s a mountaineer," remarks an older woman of Rebecca Sharp, the iniquitous protagonist of Vanity Fair.
The last time Lewis Black strolled down the uneven stone walkways of Duke, he did so as a University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill undergraduate. When he returns on Sept.
5. Ripping the VMA’s.
Just when you thought the G-Funk era was over, Snoop Dogg, Warren G and Nate Dogg have delivered an excellent but unheralded hip-hop release called The Hard Way.
This year marks an important transition for Duke and its students as Richard Brodhead, the former beloved Dean of Yale College, fills Nan’s shoes as our new president.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. My new movie, Exorcist: The Beginning, is nearly unwatchable—and I know it.
Intergalactic warfare. Near-extinction of the human race. Love, murder, revenge.
T aking Back Sunday’s sophomore album, Where You Want To Be, manages to wed tortured emo to mosh-inducing punk, with its discontented wailing and incessantly switching from heavy guitars and...
The international film scene has a lot for which to thank the Land Down Under.
n an effort to bolster the efforts of Duke’s Center for Instructional Technology (CIT), Recess has scoured the World Wide Web to find novel uses for the freshmen’s new iPods.
You can take your pick. There's The Manchurian Candidate, Dawn of the Dead, Man on Fire, or how about The Stepford Wives? No, this isn't the Spectravision selection at a Saskatchewan Hilton.
Unless you are a hoops aficionado, you probably didn't notice Miami Heat back-up point guard Rafer Alston during the NBA playoffs this year.
You can take your pick. There's The Manchurian Candidate, Dawn of the Dead, Man on Fire, or how about The Stepford Wives? No, this isn't the Spectravision selection at a Saskatchewan Hilton.
It could be thought ironic that in the lazy days of summer political storytelling and partisan ramblings are currently dominating the best-seller list.
At around 5 p.m. on a Wednesday, I find myself sitting in the main office of Merge Records. It is a small office, inhabited by six employees.
