UncategorizedComments Off on Regret Night only if you miss out on them
Authors: Ian Mahan
Few bands in the local music scene ever make a splash./But that’s not the case for Denver-based band Regret Night, who are performing cannonballs and blowing most bands out of the water with their fresh sound of honest, synthesizer-induced pop/rock./
The five-piece band from the Greater Metro Area shows that Colorado has more than just a knack for producing piano-based rock bands — it can produce bands with the guts to try a sound that many view as a carbon-copy. But in all reality, Regret Night emanates a sound of its own.
Vocalist/bassist Nick Sanders sirens a cross between a classic rock singer and a modern day pop star that would make most singers this side of the century eat their hearts out.
Guitarists Tasos Hernandez and Matt Sanders bring all the appeal of a modern-day pop band with more sophisticated and unique application in the instrumental department./
Bands learn very early in their career that without a solid drummer they don’t get very far. Fortunately, Nick Kemberling gives the band a solid backbone.//Kemberling provides all the necessary basic beats for the band with fills straight from the Travis Barker songbook.
Synth player Dennis Hernandez, whose creativity is showcased throughout their latest EP, proves that he doesn’t get lucky just playing the right notes; he has the talent on the keys in order to truly play.
The four song EP beckons label reps for recognition./
“She Said,” perhaps the most appealing song on the EP, shows why Regret Night has earned the sizeable following they have with guitar riffs that accentuate Sanders’ voice and a piano fill that stays in the ears like a Top 40 catch./
“I’m Alright,” the slowest song on the EP, doesn’t lose any momentum, as it is filled with perfect harmonies and swelling emotion, allowing listeners to immerse themselves in the song and literally live what the band is trying to portray./
Playing a Hot Topic tour, Regret Night inches its way to prominence. But it’s only a matter of time before a map will be the only accurate way to measure where this band is going.
Staff writer Ian Mahan can be reached at email@example.com.
UncategorizedComments Off on Binary Boys: How to run Windows on your Macintosh
Authors: Glen Pfeiffer, Ryan Gibbons
Probably the biggest question that faces anyone in the market for a new computer, especially in college, is “PC or Mac?”
Now before we give you an answer to that question, which will make half of you stop reading, we would like to call a truce. Both of us use both operating systems and have computers running both operating systems. We are not here to debate which one is better. Instead, we want to share with you how to have the best of both worlds.
So if you own a Mac and miss the things that “Windows” offers you (*cough*games*cough*), read on.
Things you’ll need before you start:
First, obtain a full copy of “Windows” on disc. We recommend “Windows XP.” Make sure it is “Service Pack Two” because “One” is too old.
Next, get a Mac with an Intel processor ——– this is any Mac made during 2006 or later. Click the Apple logo and “About this Mac” to see what type of processor you have. And that’s all you need to take over the world! Er, I mean, run “Windows” …
Here are several steps to load “Windows” on your Mac:
Step One: Make sure your Mac has the most recent software updates installed — failure to do so will most likely cause your computer to burst into flames! Well no, not really, but the install might not work so just make sure to check. Click on the Apple icon and click “Software Update.”
Step Two: Launch the “Boot Camp Assistant” and let it walk you through the next few steps. The “Assistant” is in the “Utilities” folder in your “Applications” folder.
Step Three: Partition your hard drive. For those of you who don’t know, partition is just a fancy word for divide — think of it as splitting your one hard drive into two unique hard drives.
This can be accomplished with hacksaw, but if you intend on actually using the hard drive afterwards, we’d let the “Boot Camp Assistant” do it for you. The assistant will ask you how much disk space you’d like to partition to the new volume. Five gigabytes is the minimum, but if you plan on installing anything more than “The Oregon Trail” we’d suggest something around 15 GB.
Step Four: Install “Windows.” Just put the “Windows” disc into your drive. It will start doing its thing and will eventually prompt you to restart. When you do, hold down the “Option” key as it starts. This will allow you to select which drive to boot from. Your choices will be your Mac hard drive, your “Windows” partition and the “Windows” disc. You want to boot from the disc this first time.
Step 5: It will start installing the OS. It will prompt you to select how to format your new drive; you want to select the FAT32 file system and make sure not to select the “Quick” install option. When this is done your computer will restart again.
Step 6: Make sure to hold down the “Option” button again. This time, choose to boot from the “Windows” partition you created earlier, not the disc. When it is running, put in your “Leopard” DVD that came with your Mac. This will install the necessary drivers to run the “Windows” software on your Mac hardware. Once it is done, you are done.
From here on out, whenever you want to switch between the systems, you can restart and hold down that “Option” key to select which OS you want to boot to. Magic./
Columnists Glen Pfeiffer and Ryan Gibbons will boot your operating system, if you know what I mean. Send questions to firstname.lastname@example.org.
UncategorizedComments Off on ‘State of Play’ a refreshing new thriller
Authors: kelly bleck
Opening the stage for a fresh, unpredictable thriller, a petty thief snatches a purse and darts away. Just as he thinks he’s escaped his pursuers, scooting outside his hiding place between trashcans, a mystery man shoots him.
This murder, followed closely by another death, sets up the scene for a fast-paced story line in “State of Play.”
Congressman Stephen Collins (Ben Affleck) finds out his mistress, and head of his research team, has allegedly committed suicide. During a Congressional hearing investigating a mercenary military contractor, Stephen breaks down while relaying the news, sending the media into a frenzy.
Jump-starting a string of allegations against him regarding his relationship with the woman, Stephen’s old college roommate and journalist, Cal McAffrey (Russell Crowe), begins to unravel the story.
Cal begins with the simple aim of trying to find the truth behind the woman’s death, but as twists develop and conspiracies are uncovered, he delves deeper into the workings of the military company.
A member of an exceptional cast of well-seasoned actors, Cal is placed opposite a determined junior reporter Della Frye (Rachel McAdams). As Cal begins his investigations, he tries to squander Della’s tabloid-like political blogging style.
Cal and Della’s hatred soon develops into a teamwork that furthers the story line, playing off the seasoned reporter who is consistently second-guessed by the rookie.
Crowe expertly portrays the scrappy journalist with a crude sense of humor, who is determined to out-hustle the cops assigned to the case.
McAdams’ character staunchly follows Cal, analyzing his every move but adding the charisma and innocence needed in a new reporter. Her ability to move between scenes and cope with everything thrown at her as a reporter emphasizes her adaptation skills as an actress.
A hopeful but used politician, Affleck portrays a perfect rendition of a man aiming for a higher office with no regard with what people do to him or how he achieves his goals.
He and several members of his party have been investigating the military company, which seems like a project to gain Stephen more notoriety than anything else.
With this twist thrown in, Cal must search through piles of lies and stereotypical views of backstabbing politicians.
The complex script precisely jumps from one scene to the next, drawing viewers along a suspenseful path overflowing with conspiracy. And when story seems concluded, a twist connects another lie, another mistake that draws the “truth-seekers” into even more treacherous territory.
With a very well written and refreshingly unfamiliar script with an extremely adept cast, “State of Play” does not disappoint.
Staff writer Kelly Bleck can be reached at email@example.com.
UncategorizedComments Off on ‘As Hot as it Was You Ought to Thank Me’ a slice of 1950s America
Authors: kelly bleck
Romping through their yard, Berry Jackson and her brothers attempt to escape the smothering heat of Pinetta, Fla. Despite negative attitudes toward the temperatures, for locals, summer events quickly overshadow griping.
Daughter to school principal Ford, Berry comes from more money than most in Pinetta. Religion is pervasive for her and the town, and it’s an overwhelming decision-making factor. This religious perseverance divides the town between Baptists and Methodists, creating conflicts and controversy.
That summer, the town was victim to a tornado. It destroyed nearly everything, and the town must work together to recover.
Berry’s family feels the devastation on a deeper level as Ford disappears during the natural disaster, apparently with the most beautiful woman in town.
Ford is never heard of again, adding to the drama felt in Berry’s life, as she must trudge on with no father figure. And when a convict comes to the town to help repair the damage, Berry becomes infatuated.
Her independent spirit and religious upbringing clash in this relationship, drawing out her true thoughts and creating a character that is easy to sympathize with.
But Berry’s innocence is occasionally over played. The choice creates a character that readers may want to shake into reality.
The other characters realistically portray the lifestyle they would have been subjected to in the 1950s.
When Berry’s mother Ruth begins chasing after men, including a preacher and a wealthy neighbor, members of the community rudely criticize her actions.
Her neighbor and good friend Jimmy is forced to wear his sister’s hand-me-down dresses because the family can’t afford to buy him clothes. Jimmy is mocked throughout the town, and Ford, before he disappears, reprimands Jimmy’s parents.
These types of occurrences stir up the community, making the small town life seem a little more eventful. Such gossip fuels residents, and, as Berry watches from the sidelines, her thoughts regarding societal norms are revealed.
Berry must deal with these societal boundaries, but despite the pressures, she keeps herself at the forefront of her decisions and beliefs. Her personality is paired with others in the town that want to make something of themselves but think their only route to success is one out of Pinetta.
The young girl’s decisions make more sense than the rest of the adults in the community, innocently discovering reality and the true meaning of finding yourself.
Staff writer Kelly Bleck can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.
UncategorizedComments Off on Singer-songwriter Danielle Ate the Sandwich takes a bite into YouTube
Authors: Erik Myers
Alongside a few million Americans, Danielle Anderson is looking for work.
“I got a call back from K-Mart,” she says. “It’s like, ‘Really? K-Mart?’ But things are getting a little grim. I really have to think about this.”
Customer greeter might be the best option for the singer-songwriter during the downturn. It’s not exactly easy turning a living playing gigs and selling albums, even if her fanbase is in the thousands. Most of those fans don’t know of her financial worries, let alone her real name. To them, she is simply Danielle Ate the Sandwich, a bespectacled goofball with a golden voice and evocative lyrics.
They visit her MySpace page, buy her songs off iTunes and watch her YouTube videos. When she does get out of her apartment to perform for them, be it in New York City, Los Angeles or Fort Collins’ The Alley Cat, they come to watch.
Danielle represents a new breed of musician, the kind who utilizes the constructs of Web 2.0 to establish herself on a national scale. Her popularity is measured in page views (over 160,000 each for her MySpace page and YouTube channel), and her indie cred is bolstered by blog posts (Boing Boing, Westword’s Backbeat Online, Anti-Gravity Bunny.)
The internet fame is starting to spill out into reality; the Fort Collins Musician’s Association recently named her the city’s Best Female Singer-Songwriter, and she’s lined up what’ll be her biggest gig yet at Denver’s Monolith Festival this September.
It’s all happened for her over the past four months, a speedy succession that likely never would’ve happened for any young artist 10 years ago. This CSU grad just happens to be in the right place at the right time.
But for now, a day job might help.
The biggest musical influences for Danielle have been the “older songwriters who said really complicated things in really simple ways”: Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie, Joni Mitchell. Looking back at her earliest days, one must wonder if Raffi played his part, too.
He was, after all, among the first artists she listened to in the Nebraskan household run by her music teacher mother, Sally. Danielle would learn to play piano, violin and clarinet within the span of elementary school, taking up choir in middle school. She moved to Colorado in the eighth grade, attended Arapahoe High School for four years and then enrolled at CSU. She kept at music during her college years, even started up a band — Backdraft: The Musical.
Bandmate Brandon Wright gave her the ukulele she plays as Danielle Ate the Sandwich. The instrument is a quaint aspect of her persona. Danielle says the uke is her ideal musicmaker, its tuning and clean-toned sound much to her liking. It’s present on most of her recently released second album, “Things People Do,” yet she says she’s always been adamant about not being pigeonholed into the role of “Girl Who Plays The Ukulele.”
Considering her warm, soulful alto, developed over years of school choir, that’s unlikely.
“Not only does she have the fundamentals down, but she’s got a unique honest voice, not manipulated at all,” Greta Cornett, FoCoMA president, says. “It’s got that kind of indie feel to it, like you’d expect to hear it on the ‘Juno’ soundtrack.”
As far as lyricism, Danielle tends to write from her own life. Each song is injected with personal experiences, sometimes crossing a certain boundary into sensitive subject matter.
Like most songwriters, the characters of her songs are nameless — not that those close to her don’t pick up on who’s who. She’s written about family members in ways that can be (and have been) interpreted as negative portrayals, as well as the on-and-off relationship she’s had with her so-called “manfriend” over the past two years. He’s not the type to take things the wrong way, though, she says.
“A lot of the songs I’ve written about him, it’s not necessarily the truth. It’s more about my interpretations, my insecurities, my emotions,” she says.
However: “It must be weird for him to hear songs about other boyfriends.”
Danielle says there is no story behind her stagename.
“I didn’t want to call myself Danielle Anderson because people just pass over a name like that,” she says. “I would. I just made something up.”
She was surprised when the name wound up on the front page of YouTube last December, her video performance of “Conversations With Dead People” under the Featured Videos tab. For about a year up to that point, she’d just been using her friend’s webcam to make her own videos.
“I love it,” she says. “Combining acting with singing is like heaven in a burrito for me.”
She’s nearly made 30 of them. The most popular include her 4 a.m. performance of “Ode to Optophobia” and a refrigerator-backed cover of “Dream A Little Dream,” in which she gives shout outs to syrup and cheddar-melt topping.
Her jokey antics contrast the more serious tone of her music, and Danielle has come to find that some fans would rather see her acting silly then singing a song. She pokes fun at them in her video for “Born in the Wrong Body” with a pre-song skit, imitating an acronym-spewing browser in search of a quick laugh.
“Danielle Ate the Sandwich is more of a performer,” she says. “Danielle Anderson is kind of a loner, antisocial, would rather be doing arts and crafts then out drinking with my so-called friends.”
She adds: “But at the same time, it’s given me what I want, gotten me where I’ve wanted. I’ll take it.”
The Internet’s judgment of Danielle hasn’t gone without the occasional rude or lewd comment. Danielle isn’t bothered by it — but her mom is.
“It’s like, why would they even say that?” Sally Anderson says. “But I also see that some people, they love her. I’ve told her that what she does gives so much to so many people — some an escape, some an opportunity to reflect on their lives. To be able to give that gift is a pretty great thing.”
Danielle received her degree in apparel design and production from CSU about a year ago. She’s always been a fan of craft making; she sewed the cloth pouches that case the CD versions of her self-titled debut. She’ll be selling some of her craft items — as well as performing at 1 p.m. and 3 p.m. — at Everyday Joe’s craft fair this Saturday.
She’s thinking about moving to Washington in July, citing a need for change. But people tell her she ought to stay in Denver, a budding music hot spot, so she feels conflicted. Wherever she may go, she says she’ll still be making songs. And videos.
“I want to be well-known but not quite famous,” she says, adding with a laugh: “I think I’d sell out quick.”
Staff writer Erik Myers can be reached at email@example.com.
UncategorizedComments Off on Men’s golf heads to MWC Championship
Authors: Collegian Staff
For the second time this season, the CSU men’s golf team is headed to Tucson, Ariz., to compete for a second consecutive Mountain West Conference championship title.
Last season CSU took home the MWC championship on the par-71, 7,136-yard Catalina Course of the OMNI Tucson National Golf Club.
If CSU wins back-to-back MWC championships, the Rams will break the school record for most wins in a season and tie the 1999-2000 BYU golf team’s conference record of six titles in a season.
The Rams come into the MWC championship ranked No. 26 in the nation after a second place finish in last week’s Cougar Classic.
Among the other eight MWC schools, four are ranked in the top 50 with CSU: No. 37 New Mexico, No. 23 San Diego State, No. 20 TCU and No. 22 UNLV.
Head coach Jamie Bermel will bring his best golfers to compete in the championship. Senior Zen Brown, freshman Zahkai Brown and juniors Bryce Hanstad, Dustin Morris and Riley Arp will compete in the tournament.
This season CSU has finished all nine of their tournaments in the top-10 with seven top-fives, five of which were tournament victories.
The Rams began the season with a win in the Gene Miranda Invitational in Colorado Springs and backed that tournament up with a second place finish in the Wolverine Invitational on September 21, 2008.
CSU went on a tear during the month of October, going undefeated with three tournament victories before the winter break.
When play resumed on March 17, the Rams took home their fourth win in a row in the Barona Collegiate Cup in San Diego, Calif. Since then CSU has placed eighth in two consecutive tournaments before ending their last tournament in second.
The first 18 holes of the MWC championship are set to begin this morning at 8 a.m., with the second round scheduled for Friday morning, and the final 18 holes set to be played Saturday.
UncategorizedComments Off on The challenges of discussing race
Authors: Phoenix MourningStar
Every so often a friend or acquaintance sends me emails or asks me during lunch “Why don’t you write about race?”
A closer friend with whom I’ve had a long history of race-based conversations put it this way: “Aren’t black writers supposed to write about sports, black pride or the white-man keepin’ ’em down?” We bantered back and forth for a while with our usual stereotypes about sports, O.J. and completed the cycle with a “who has it worse: African-Americans or Native-Americans?”
When I got home, I leafed through my sporadic submissions to papers and confirmed what I already knew — I don’t address race in my writing.
The list of reasons, or excuses, could be long.
I think the first two short ones, fear and challenge, are easy to jump on.
Writing is a tough thing to do. Add on the fear of being offensive, excluding others and rocking the boat, and it’s even more so.
The art of talking about any near-controversial topic is a time-developed skill. Discussing sensitive topics in public forums can bring up the history of educational, human rights and health disparities in this country (even when that isn’t the point of the piece), and it requires walking a fine line that can be downright uncomfortable as you try to express your own feelings and ideas, and those of your friends, without completely generalizing an entire segment of the population.
In my view, it’s a balance between the need for racial, ethnic and cultural groups to be recognized and respected as part of a larger society, and individuals who still rightfully demand to be seen as their own person.
I think in some ways, for a person who writes, this balance is a challenge to avoid appointing yourself the spokesperson for an entire race when the point is only to speak one’s own mind — something for which the Rev. Al Sharpton has been praised and criticized.
In the end, I think the point of writing about race comes down to the personality and personal experiences of the writer.
An important component to writing and conversing about these issues is having a background from which to understand the issue. Otherwise, we can’t really know “where they are coming from” in a discussion. Unfortunately, this usually takes time and effort.
While the issues of race, racial identity and social justice are important, I like to tell people who ask me about why I haven’t started writing about it until now a little bit about me.
I grew up working on a family farm in a small township in southwestern Michigan. Ours was one of only a handful of non-white families in the area. I showed hogs and a horse at the country fair every year.
Until junior high, I was the only “colored kid” in nearly all of my classes; the others, Issac Hais and Joe Pena usually got “rationed” into separate classes.
Junior high for me was mostly marked with questions from the black kids such as, “How come you talk so white?” while the white kids would ask, “Why don’t you know how to play basketball?” The only common question-statement across the groups was “I didn’t think black people listened to country music.”
I pretty much grew up in the country part of white-America. A downtown formerly populated with family-owned shops was looted by Super Wal-Mart. The rear lots of community pharmacies long closed are now used for the business of entrepreneurial street pharmacists. The YMCA where I learned to swim sits empty, and the movie theater I took my first date to is dilapidated and crumbling.
The big city burdens of abandoned houses and competing issues of an aging population and growing teen pregnancy rates had been wearing on the town long before the current economic crisis.
In short, my experience on race relations is muddled to say the least. Call it cowardice, identity crisis or survival, yet I am always in wonder of what keeps other people from writing or talking about race.
Phoenix Mourning-Star is an environmental health graduate student. His column appears Thursdays in the Collegian. Letters and feedback can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org.