The annual Student Exhibition at the Photographic Resource Center at Boston University collects photographic work from students gathered across the full spectrum of Boston area universities. It is by nature democratic, making no delineation between art school and liberal arts, freshman and senior.
Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips have quite a reputation. Both have been active in the Boston, New York and London indie rock scenes for close to 20 years and have contributed to a plethora of celebrated bands, the most notable being lo-fi outfit Luna.
Artists Hans Hofmann and Nanno de Groot share some common threads. They were both foreign-born painters who had an intense desire to convey nature through abstract expressionism. They were also both important fixtures in the local art colony of Provincetown, Mass.
Step out of the elevator into the bare, hardwood-floored Miller Block Gallery on Newbury Street and listen for the footfalls echoing across the hall into the gallery space. There sits "The City: Through the Lens," a small photography exhibit with huge breadth.
Unfortunately for the Apples in Stereo, Valentine's Day is over. We're all still recovering from a sugar high, and it may be a while before we again look wistfully at the candy aisle.
Ana's Mitchell joins Ani DiFranco and Andrew Bird on Righteous Babe Records with her label debut. Unfortunately, she does not quite follow in her acoustic guitar-toting predecessors' footsteps. "The Brightness" is a disappointment, especially coming from a record label with such prestigious releases. It is an album littered with bad poetry, unimaginative imagery and tedious guitar.
It's not often that a high profile museum curates a show specifically exhibiting just-out-of-school art students, but we're in luck - the Museum of Fine Arts is providing a glimpse into the youngest generation of the art world.
Bloc Party made a huge splash in 2005 with the release of their incendiary debut album, "Silent Alarm." Drummer Matt Tong's technical chops and hyperactive punk syncopation drove the band's raw instrumentals, while singer Kele Okereke wailed his way through the electrifying freshman effort.
Octogen, the pseudonym of Scotsman Marco Bernardi, has released his awaited debut album "2five0nine," an incursion into the microhouse music genre that is bound to make ears smile. The album showcases his confident blending of wee little bite-sized drum samples into delectable textures. Compared to his EP releases, Octogen manages to inject surprising amounts of emotion into the usually stark "drill-and-bass" backdrop.
An artist's creativity begets more than simply inspiration for new work. Artists always seem to find crafty ways to survive and even flourish under repression. In Poland's early Communist regime, art was confined to Soviet ideals, and artists who diverged from regulations faced censorship. Within this atmosphere, some resilient artists turned to a medium both economically viable and privately sustainable: that of pinhole photography.
After Chicago-based Fall Out Boy's apparent overnight success with their 2005 hit "Sugar We're Going Down," the band has ruled over what's left of the pop-punk genre with an iron fist. Beyond record sales and popularity, the band has developed, somewhat ironically, a huge cult following that idolizes bassist Pete Wentz as the immaculately conceived prophet of "the scene."
It may just be a trick of the eye: A combination of the larger-than-life cartoon backdrop and an ambient sense of child-like wonder combine to make it seem like you've shrunk when you enter Animation, the 6,000 square foot interactive exhibit at the Museum of Science, Boston. Then again, tricks of the eye abound throughout the exhibit hall because, after all, that's exactly what animation is.
If you are a musician who has suffered a break up, depression, death in the family or other similar misfortunes, you very well may be weeping at the core of your heart. But great emotion always, without fail, catalyzes great songs. Just ask Eric Clapton ? la "Tears in Heaven."
One of the Museum of Fine Arts' newest exhibits brings Italy a little closer to New England, showcasing many notable Renaissance sculptures. "Donatello to Giambologna: Italian Renaissance Sculpture" features works done by some of the greatest masters of the time, artists considered near equals to the revered Michelangelo.
The progression of rock 'n' roll over the past half century is as much a testament to scientific discovery in the field of recording music as it is to musical creativity. Ever since the first guitarist plugged in so he could hear himself over the drummer, rock music and technology have tussled like two kids in the back of a cramped car on a road trip. Since then, for every egghead behind the scenes who thinks he can apply what he learned in science class to making music, there's some dimwit booing from the audience, acting like rock's got some purity to protect.
"The boundaries of vision have never been more fluid. We are now able to see in ways that we never have before, from the cellular to the cosmological, from the digital to the virtual."
Documentary photographer Edward Burtynsky presents the world as one that is permeated by tensions, including the struggle between industrialization and progress and the worry that the inexorable pace of advances in technology may not be wholly beneficial. His work deals with such omnipresent themes as the destruction of the environment and the presence man has imposed on nature. The difference between Burtynsky's work and purely documentary work is that he imbues his pictures with a sense of epic beauty rather than one of pure devastation and wrongdoing.
You don't need to know anything about Sloan to see why they named their latest album "Never Hear the End of It," containing an amazing 30 tracks and 74 minutes of nonstop pop rock. This monster album takes weeks for one to fully absorb and appreciate and as one of the first releases of 2007, it certainly sets a high standard for what's to come this year.
Perhaps it's when the opening track fails to present anything remotely coherent or, for that matter, anything remotely musical, that the Wolf Parade fan begins to have doubts about this album. Or maybe the realization sets in later, as the disappointed fan flicks off the last track in disgust and returns to the straightforward and familiar ground of "Apologies to Queen Mary" (2005).
As far as personalities, Ghostface Killah has to be one of the most interesting emcees in hip-hop. With a menacing moniker ripped from "Ninja Checkmate"'s (1979) lethal villain and an often brutally punishing flow, it would seem easy to pigeonhole the Ironman as a rough-and-tumble rapper, a gritty, salty vet that you wouldn't want to piss off.
