Dwarfed by the vastness of Cobb Great Hall, David Sedaris kept a packed house laughing with short stories and diary entries Sunday night at Wharton Center.
I consider myself a musical connoisseur of sorts. I grew up listening to oldies with my dad, classical rock with my mom and the musical stylings of Tupac and No Doubt, courtesy of my older sister.
In 2008, when studios were deciding whether or not to market “Paranormal Activity,” Steven Spielberg claimed his DVD copy of the film was haunted. He said his bedroom door inexplicably locked from the inside not long after watching it, forcing him to call a locksmith.
Your first time can be intimidating. You don’t know what to expect, you’re confused and worst of all, you’re afraid it’s totally obvious that you’re conquering new territory. But alas, I gathered my courage and am now proud to say I am a virgin no more. Did I mention that I went to my first performance of “The Rocky Horror Show” this weekend?
Walking into the movie theater alone at 9:30 p.m. on a Sunday was brutal.
If you walked into the Breslin Center Wednesday night, you might have thought you were at another Spartans basketball game.
It’s beautiful, it’s melodic and an easy listen, but if Moneen fans are looking for more of the band’s usual sound on the band’s new album, they won’t find it here.