This feels like a good starting point. It’s been the spring, summer, and fall of “Tití Me Pregunto.” Please, everyone, stop in your tracks and play it on full blast wherever you are in order to secure a “Tití Me Pregunto” winter. I’ll be honest, it’s no “Yo Perreo Sola,” but nothing gets the people going like this song (sorry, “N*ggas in Paris”) — even if they speak absolutely zero words of Spanish.
Welcome. Have a seat! Given that my tenure as music executive soon begins, it is now my time to judge you on the most important minutia of the musical world — song length — and tell you what this means about your worth as a person. Let’s begin.
The options are endless, but I find myself frequently going for the glimmering idea on the hill: Why not write about a movie?
Though it’s only seven panels of wood haphazardly stapled, glued, taped, and otherwise forced together, the Harvard-issue bookshelf may be one of the greatest cultural phenomena of our lifetime.
As an English concentrator, sometimes I joke that I don’t even believe what I argue in my essays. Yet “Life of Pi” convinced me that multiple truths can coexist in the same space.
The next time you’re on aux and you face accusations of “latinophobia,” consider switching things up by playing any of these five Bad Bunny classics that deserve more airtime.
Verily, it is said by the EAL: “Say thou to them, and to the after-comers of them, Each article of your section, that nigheth to those things that be hallowed, in which is uncleanness, it shall perish before the EALs.”
All this is to say: Gregory Maguire’s “Wicked” is one of my favorite books, and I don’t think you should read it. But this is a call to embrace your problematic faves, the stories that comfort you despite their flaws, the media that you genuinely believe is a masterpiece but would never recommend to a friend. Even if it leaves you feeling a little wicked.
There are times in the course of a young editor-at-large’s life he is tasked by the Arts Board to pen a vanity piece for its year-end publishings. He may be burnt out from thesising with nary a Celsisus in reach, or busy frequenting Western Front to study for his pharmacology final. He may, despite having risen to the occasion before, find himself presently lacking in the idea department.
Spawning from the glorified fan fiction that I shared at the HUAHS event, I present: If famous artists were students at Harvard, here is who I think they would be and why.
Despite its setting in the early 1800s Russian aristocracy, Tolstoy’s 1200 page beast of a novel, “War and Peace," is rife with universal moments and substantive characters that remain salient today.
I am a creature of habit. So are, apparently, many of my friends. In February, when one of said friends kindly introduced me to the concept of creating “monthly playlists” to document one’s favorite songs from each month of the year, I was hooked. It’s like Spotify Wrapped, but 12 times a year. Joy.
You don’t need me to tell you that money’s tight nowadays. Between inflation and holiday shopping, it’s not easy being the little man. Every dollar counts! And that is why, dear consumer, I am here to save you from some of the biggest scams that lurk behind the pleasant exteriors of retail stores in Harvard Square and Boston at large.
There has been some new bravery and audacity in whoever chooses the music that hundreds of students will listen to while studying.
I asked ChatGPT to write reviews of some of the most popular art (Film, Music, TV, Books, and Theatre) The Crimson Arts has reviewed in the past. Here's what happened.