Patricia M. Guzman
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From Pitchfork Music Festival 2018: Japanese Breakfast are Radiant With Joy
"Machinist" was an incredible climax to perhaps the most animated and joyful set of the entire festival.
From Pitchfork Music Festival 2018: Tame Impala Light up the Stage in a Psychedelic Swirl
Tame Impala delivered a satisfying set, riding on continually stunning visuals and bursts of adrenaline spawned by their several bulletproof hits, if not on the steep devotion of their fans alone.
From Pitchfork Music Festival 2018: Blood Orange Blesses with a Rare Appearance
The music gods have been overly generous to us: When Hynes and his band graced the Green Stage with performances of songs spanning his entire catalog, the experience felt like a blessing from beginning to end.
From Pitchfork Music Festival 2018: Patricia's Friday Sound Bites
Chicago-based rapper Saba, whose set was a definite highlight of the day, hit the Red Stage to a sizable crowd of devoted fans.
Snail Mail Debut Stunning and Slow-Burning ‘Lush’
Across the record, Jordan’s threads of thought play out how one might imagine the wandering mind of a 20-something curled up in bed at night, darting endlessly from one emotionally consuming rumination to the next.
Harvard Ballet Company and Pops Orchestra to Present Space-Themed ‘Out of Orbit’
The Harvard Ballet Company and the Harvard Pops Orchestra are coming together for "Out of Orbit," which will combine classical ballet and music to bring outer space to the Loeb Mainstage.
‘Lullaby’ Slow and Soporific
"Lullaby" ambles along with no clear impetus, falling into the same uninspiring pattern.
Portrait of an Artist: Kelela
The Harvard Crimson spoke with Kelela about her new album, R&B music, and her approach to songwriting and live performance.
Alumni Spotlight: Anna Laurent ’00
I loved the idea of looking at behaviors and morphological, physical features of organisms.
Endpaper: What I Mean
The truth of the matter was that his death jolted me into awareness. It made me all the more conscious of how I was always too afraid that what I’d say wouldn’t be intelligent enough, or substantive enough, or just plain enough.