Home » Archive by category 'Music' (Page 2)
It’s too easy to get stuck in a routine now that I’m used to Nashville and Vandy, so here is my brainstorm list of things I DEFINITELY WILL DO before I fly home the first few days of May. I’ll check in with y’all as I do them for accountability. Help me out. Make me stick to it please.
Mondays: you either hate them or you really hate them. Just like gender and sexuality, I don’t believe in such a polarizing angsty Monday-themed binary. For me and “The Mamas and the Papas”, Monday is “so good to me” and “all I hoped it would be”. To redeem Monday’s status, let’s go on a journey chronicling a (Mon)day in the life of one Jose Palmer.
So in case you haven’t heard yet, Vanderbilt is home to students with UNBOUNDED TALENT. One incredible thing about our students is the amount of performing arts talent they have. Not trying to brag or anything, but we are home to the first collegiate a cappella group to EVER win NBC’s Sing Off as of...
Whether you are a violinist, clarinetist, or tenor who loves Vanderbilt but would like to pursue engineering, psychology, or economics as a career, it is possible for you to be a part of the music program on campus without becoming a performance major at the Blair School of Music, even when you are accepted to a different school!
A prominent 20th century philosopher once said, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get". It's also pretty sweet. This weekend, though extraordinary, was not out of the ordinary. Every weekend takes me along for an unexpected ride, one that always manages to showcase many of the diverse facets of Vandy life. Join me as we experience the sights and sounds that this one particular trip took me through.
I’m no fan of country music, I don’t see the big deal in wearing cowboy boots, and I absolutely refuse to say the southern linguistic conundrum of “y’all.” And I’m from Houston! Ironic, isn’t it? Granted, Houston is probably one of the least stereotypically “Southern” cities, since almost every building is fairly new and consists...
The first time I heard the Avett Brothers, I was sitting in the backseat of a fifteen-passenger van with some other eighth graders on an outdoor summer leadership trip, wondering why in the world my Teva-wearing, quick-dry-pants-sporting, wilderness-loving camp counselors enjoyed listening to twangy singers. Since then, I think that the Avett brothers have stepped out of their yodelling phase but have kept the integrity of their songs. Last weekend, my friend J., who was slightly obsessed with them, and I "saw" them live.
I don’t know about you guys, but where I went to high school, homecoming was a lot of the things — stressful, overblown, anxiety-inducing — a lot of things, but usually not very fun. There was a football game no one cared about, a dance we cared about WAY too much, and weeks worth of...