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...your dorm room from Lamont, excited for a quiet and restful night off. You round the corner of Mass Ave and Plympton, and you’re suddenly confronted with a massive, buzzing cluster of pubescent high schoolers, sporting sweatshirts and toting Rubinoff-filled gatorate bottles. “Yo, man,” says the self-delcared leader, “know of any parties going on tonight?” You run off before you’re forced to respond. Welcome to prefrosh weekend. Sure, many of us dread prefrosh weekend; there’s nothing more...
...YouTube Symphony Orchestra. This groundbreaking ensemble, the first to screen members entirely online, will debut on April 15 at New York City's Carnegie Hall in a concert conducted by Michael Tilson Thomas, music director of the San Francisco Symphony. (Watch TIME's video "A Duet with Yo-Yo...
YouTube's Invisible Beethovens The YouTube musicians will have their horizons widened too. They'll perform with prominent soloists, including violinist Gil Shaham. Cellist Yo-Yo Ma and pianist Lang Lang will make a video appearance. The musicians will rehearse the program during a classical-music summit at Carnegie Hall from April 12 through 15. They've already had a chance to study the repertory in online master classes hosted by professionals like Maxine Kwok-Adams, a violinist with the London Symphony Orchestra, who offers bowing tips for the Tan Dun piece...
...these things, plus a painter— all too literally, a Renaissance man. “Knock You Down” begins and ends with Keri Hilson’s seemingly lifeless body falling slowly through the air, but neither this bizarre sight nor later shenanigans by Ne-Yo is any match for the Kanye Show. His act opens with him rapping about Louis Vuitton and Reebok, telling us to “keep rocking and keep knocking” and talking about hate on a plate—same old, same old, you say. Not quite?...
...left Lamont. Heading down Mount Auburn Street back to Winthrop, I couldn’t help but see the outline of a boy knocking on the door of the Phoenix. As I moved closer, the pounding grew louder and more desperate, echoing in the empty streets. “Yo guys,” I heard Carmichaels’ voice, “guys. Let me in.” But there was no response. All I could hear as I passed the brick building was the inorganic crunching of numbers into Carmichaels’ recently purchased BlackBerry Storm...