The prospect of taking a college music class can be quite frightening to someone who has not studied the piano or the violin for the last twelve years.
In 2001, The Strokes burst out of New York's East Village club scene into a rap-rock and pop-filled world with nary a turntable or choreographed dance routine in sight.
Perhaps you read Phillip Roth's 2000 novel The Human Stain and thought to yourself, "Hey, this would make for a great movie!" Guess what: You were wrong. Very, very wrong..
When Ben Stein entered Page Auditorium on Parent's Weekend, he announced his devotion to Dr. Dre.
Welcome back to the North Carolina State Fair, where you can have your pig and eat it, too.
Watch out Bright Eyes and Nada Surf: Death Cab for Cutie is fast on its way to becoming the next indie darling. A few weeks ago, the teen drama "The O.C." gave a shout-out to the pop-rock group.
The January doldrums bring horror, goth and fantasy to the Carolina Theatre.
Stuart Murdoch evidently had two forces pulling at him when he wrote Dear Catastrophe Waitress.
A typical Friday night leaves the average Duke girl staring forlornly into her already overstuffed closet and whining "I have nothing to wear!" The solution to this temporary fashion setback...
Do you laugh at black jokes? Gay jokes? Handicapped jokes? Priest jokes? How about necrophilia? We gave up long ago on being politically correct. It's just no fun.
The Distillers' lead singer, Brody Dalle, has been labeled the next Courtney Love.
What are you up to, Bobcat?.
Abercrombie & Fitch, Adriano Goldschmeid, Brooks Brothers, Burberry, Chanel, Citizens.
Which one of them fools said Clint Eastwood was washed-up? Mystic River, Eastwood's adaptation of Dennis Lehane's novel, is somber and mesmerizing.
LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST - By Gillian Barnard.
As the leaves begin to change colors, you should take a hint and begin to change clothes. This list should be particularly helpful for folks hailing from South Florida where there is but one season.
An ominous feeling descends upon the Duke campus like a sharp-taloned owl upon an unsuspecting field mouse.
Three years ago, it seemed like you couldn't turn on MTV or open a music magazine without Fred Durst and his iconographic backwards baseball cap staring back at you. Limp Bizkit, Durst and co.
Ah, the Coen brothers--Hollywood's fraternal theatrical threat, a writing-directing two-headed monster of film noir.
This moment," croons Bill, to the pregnant bride dying in his arms, "this is me... at my most masochistic." Bang..
