Life in A Minor
Life in A. Minor: The Final 10
By Broadside Columnist Andy Minor
Readers, I am finished. It’s been an excellent, musical two years writing for all of you, but come May 16, I will don my green robe and graduate into the world of adulthood—maturity notwithstanding. I can extend nothing but my deepest appreciation for those who have read me week in and week out, whether you agreed with me or not. I only hope that some of you began to think about music in new and exciting ways and at least—if you weren’t thinking—found something new to listen to. That was the hope driving every word I ever put down. Thank you all for reading.
Prince Is Better Than You
By Broadside Style Columnist Andy Minor
The world was greeted by yet another album from the artist currently known as Prince. There had been, as is typical with a Prince release, a whole lot of anticipation on the internet about this album. Prince was probably the source of this build up, but nonetheless it was there, and anyone who saw the countdown on his website knew that Prince, at least, was really excited about what was to come.
The Sick Soundtrack
By Broadside Style Columnist Andy Minor
For about the past six days I've been fighting yet another cold. This is my second cold in about six or so weeks, following up on a mini-cold last weekend, which turned out to be a hangover. The close proximity of both illnesses, however, didn't really give me enough time to adjust to the healthy life.
After the Bowl, the Boss Should Hang Up His Boots
By Style Columnist Andy Minor
You have to chuckle at the Super Bowl's halftime show picks since “Nipplegate” way back in 2004. It seems that until 2004, no nipples had ever been seen, and the shockwave of such a lewd sight sent amoral ripples through our staunchly moral society. I would hate to see what would have happened if that nipple had appeared any earlier—we might not have been able to handle it.
Perhaps My Dorkiest Article Yet
By Broadside Style Columnist Andy Minor
Those of you who frequently play your Xbox 360 may have encountered a game entitled Braid this past August, due for its PC release in a matter of weeks. It was an old-fashioned side-scrolling puzzle game with time travel attributes which, once mastered, proved to be a truly unique gaming experience. I was overjoyed at this, because ever since games came into the 3D realm I've been a failure. My Sega Genesis was my pride and joy growing up, and I can still beat Sonic 2 if I've got two hours to spare. But when video games became more lifelike I stayed in the dust. Braid, however, combines the more complicated puzzles of a modern game with the side scrolling fun of old (the references and homages to Mario are frequent).
Fans Making Concerts Annoying
By Broadside Style Columnist Andy Minor.
Many times before have you fine readers heard me ramble on about the importance of live music and attending shows. How it is the ideal arena for contact between artist and listener, how it can make or break how a band is perceived, et cetera, et cetera. And while I don’t mean to reiterate myself, there is a large element of the show-going experience which I have yet to comment on: fans.