A recent investigation into the past actions of members of the Wesleyan Student Assembly (WSA) has illuminated problems of oversight and transparency that are facilitated by unrestrictive language in the WSA Constitutional By-laws. These issues highlight a general lack of clarity and transparency in the Assembly’s dealings.
They came. They saw. They rocked. They whistled. They conquered. On Saturday night, 11 bands of musical warriors emerged on the chaotic battlefield that is Awesomefest, armed to the teeth with MIDI keyboards and Fender Strats.
Following dreams of stage lights, Lear jets, and Williamsburg immortality, a handful of bros and bro-ettes have spent the past few months honing their latest industrial-electro-folk mega jams in the basement of Usdan. Now, it’s time to test their mettle in the ultimate musical colosseum that is Eclectic—it’s Awesomefest, nerds.
Like any good twenty-something, I feel a particular sense of nostalgia for the good ol’ days, when any upstanding young man could bellow throaty ambiguities at the edge of a cliff, unwashed, unshaven, and backed by a magical band of flannel clad axe-wielders with frosted tips.
Call it what you will. For decades, the experimental music titan and John Spencer Camp Professor of Music, Emeritus has charted the hazy, unknown seas of sound itself, using its inert physical properties as his weapon of choice.
No one has ever accused M83 of being minimalist.
This Thursday, the concert season screams back into action on the back of a wave of reverb and Portland scuzz: guitar goddess Carrie Brownstein graces the hallowed halls of Eclectic with her brand-spankin’-new supergroup Wild Flag.
This Thursday at 8:30 p.m., this juggernaut of a concert season is back in full swing, bringing otherworldly chanteuse Julianna Barwick to Memorial Chapel.
Despite the connotations of their name, San Francisco’s The Dodos are neither fat, flightless, nor extinct.
Hot off JEFF the Brotherhood’s raucous set last Tuesday, the juggernaut of concert season rumbles on, bringing not one, but two concerts to the hallowed halls of the Eclectic house this weekend.
Fusing hot-blooded psychedelic rock, garage fuzz, and a dash of Nashville swagger, brothers Jake and Jamin Orall drive the band JEFF the Brotherhood, a two-man wrecking crew tearing through Eclectic tonight at nine.
Whether you know him as the former guitarist of the legendary Last Minutes, or just as that guy with the hair, Ryan Rodger is a man to know. He recently sat down with The Argus to talk naked acrobatics, Foss Hill jams, and living the dream in Brazil.
With its progressive atmosphere, creative students, and emphasis on global understanding, it’s not surprising that Wesleyan attracts so many artists and activists, whether they are students or members of the broader Wesleyan community.
As any person with a computer, satellite television, or a Facebook profile can tell you, we’ve entered an age dominated by information.
Sunny pop melodies. Blues-flecked guitar riffs. Swirling harmonies ripped from sixties AM radio. For their past five albums, Dr. Dog has stuck to same by-no-means-revolutionary blueprint.
Know him or not, you’ve probably come across Zach Schonfeld ’13 before. As the dear leader and most prolific blogger of the ubiquitous campus blog Wesleying, Schonfeld has covered nearly everything that’s happened at the University worth covering
Assistant Professor of Astronomy Seth Redfield will be observing “cool stars” through the Hubble space telescope, thanks to a generous grant awarded by the Space Telescope Institute last month.
Spending long nights in Olin overwhelmed by books and rapidly approaching deadlines is about as Wesleyan as contemplating infinity for the fun of it.
While it may not be Cheers, there’s a good chance at least somebody at the Cardinal’s Nest knows your name
Deep within the twisting halls of Hall-Atwater, Assistant Professor of Molecular Biology and Biochemistry (MB&B) Manju Hingorani’s lab may seem unremarkable at first glance.
Break out your Nerf guns, grab your bandanas, and stock that mini-fridge. On Oct. 4, University students will find a new excuse to never leave their dorms: zombies. Next week marks the transformation of Foss into a battlefield and the mobilization of the student body as the annual campus-wide game of Zombies Versus Humans begins.
If you haven’t heard of Arya Alizadeh ‘13, you’d definitely recognize him.
With names like Michael Bay ’86 and Joss Whedon ’87 frequenting notable alumni lists, it’s not surprising that some of the University’s most visible and illustrious graduates are found in the entertainment industry.
College is a learning experience through and through. Outside of the classroom much of that learning comes in the form of social awkwardness, ad- ministrative red tape, and trying to look cool during the delicate dance of group courtship and network- ing known as freshman orientation.
Having chosen a University that values social consciousness, altruism, and international awareness, many students arrive on campus with a strong passion for activism. However, few have followed and developed this commitment to social change as thoroughly as incoming freshman Carina Kurban ‘14.
A roundup of campus celebs.
Exhausting, at times soggy, and ultimately joyous, nearly two hundred intrepid students pulled an all-nighter, not for studying or partying, but rather to display their dedication to fighting one of the world’s most prominent and formidable diseases—cancer.
When the school’s most recent winner of the prestigious Watson Fellowship, Liana Woskie ’10, embarks on her whirlwind 12-month journey through South Asia and Africa later this year, she will continue the long history between the Watson year abroad and the University.
Although the University has no shortage of artistic and enterprising souls, the past year has seen a new crop of students who embody both ideals, possessing select skills that put them—pardon the pun—a head above the rest.
On a campus where most people learned all they know about Greek culture from “My Big Fat Greek Wedding,” the Wesleyan Hellenic Society is trying to transfer the traditions of the Greek family to life.
Given the recent legal problems that have hit the University—the lawsuit against Thomas Kannam, and the Stephen Morgan name mix-up—the University has been in need of a good lawyer.
His spacious whitewashed living room is plastered with a large poster of a Mad Magazine caricature of George W. Bush, a gift from his mother.
While the hard partying, toga-donning stereotypes of sixties fraternities run deep in the public consciousness, Eric Conger’s ’68 debut play is no “Animal House.”
When the University finally opens the hugely acclaimed, meticulously archived, and wonderfully colorful writings of the late William Manchester next Thursday, the administration will be recognizing more than just an outstanding catalogue of work.
Last Saturday night’s scavenger hunt was intended to be the capstone of the inter-class Weswars festivities; but, with a single text message, several students were suddenly thrown into a wrestling bout with a cadre of masked men, a delirious high-speed car chase, and the ever mysterious, screwball legacy of one of the University’s greatest legends: the Douglas Cannon.
Most students would probably agree that the prospect of a liberal arts education is appealing: in-depth study, strong foundations of learning, critical thinking, all building a broad base of knowledge and a confident segue into the job market.
Nestled next to Long Lane Farm sits the Wesleyan University Press, small, overlooked, and increasingly celebrated. This semester alone, the Press and its legendary poetry series have been thrust into the literary limelight after two of its collections received national recognition this fall.
The 200 Church dormitory has everything the other fraternities on campus have: old brick, double doors, and a long history of hard partying. That’s because it belonged to their ranks for over 150 years as the Alpha Alpha of Chi Psi fraternity, the once-notorious stomping grounds of such distinguished alums as the football coaches Bill Belichick and Eric Mangini.
Two weeks ago, Anthony Smith ’11 received an unexpected phone call from his family in Manila, Phillippines—not only had his birthplace been flooded entirely, but his aunt was still stuck in her office and it was unclear whether or not she would survive.
In his 1943 inaugural address, Wesleyan’s 11th president, Victor L. Butterfield, challenged the conventional notion of a university president, something he would continue to do throughout his 23-year tenure here.
Within the concrete blocks of the CFA’s music studios, the walls reverberate with the discordant sounds of competing music lessons.