Test Spin: Counting Crows

It’s been six years since Counting Crows released Hard Candy, its last full-length album, and soft-rock aficionados are praying it was worth the wait. At first, a determination is hard to reach, since Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings takes a unique approach. It is split into two halves; part one, reminiscent of a Saturday night, is more rock-oriented than fans are probably used to, and part two is more laid back than is typical of Counting Crows, like a Sunday morning (get it?). After a second listen, the music makes more sense, though. Saturday Nights and Sunday Mornings is a division of the band’s composite sound of rock and unplugged crooning, each showcased in its own light, which makes this album different from its predecessors.

The Revolution That Wasn’t: The Low-Down on College Music

The world’s colleges and universities have a reputation for fostering some of the most liberal thinkers in the country. Not only are many students simply open-minded and free-spirited, but, no matter what their passions may be, there is also always a “posse” of others to back them up. But despite this vast array of ideas and innovations that permeate adults aged 18 to 22, the all-inclusive term “college music” still exists.

Miley (and Mandy) Mania!

Let me start out by saying that I like Miley Cyrus, a.k.a. Hannah Montana, as much as the next letter-toting sorority girl. But I absolutely despise her new Internet smash, The Miley & Mandy Show, which is bad enough to never go on YouTube again…Well, not really, but it’s pretty terrible. The website (YouTube) touts itself as a space for you to “broadcast yourself,” but freedom of expression aside, I find myself hoping and wishing and praying that there were some kind of screening process before letting these videos go online. Miley says it best when she describes the show as their “very pointless YouTube video.” The singer doesn’t lie. It’s pretty awful.

Isn't She Lovely?

This past February 8th was a day that went unnoticed in American tabloids. But what was it, exactly? No, it wasn’t just six days after Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow and declared there to be six more weeks of winter, but nice try. Instead, it was the one-year anniversary of Anna Nicole Smith’s reasonably sudden death, just months after her son’s, Daniel’s.