Forgot to fill out your Teaching freakin’ Evaluations in time for eternal life? Chelsie Green ’14 sends in a much more interesting survey pertaining to a September music happening that will transcend time, space, and all earthly matter:
There is a student committee working with the CFA to plan The Mash, a music happening being planned for the Friday after classes begin (Sept. 7). Inspired by the Fête de la Musique in France, the event will kick-off the year-long celebration of Music & Public Life. It will open with a faculty band, continue with student bands playing all over campus and culminate in an alumni band (to be announced) on Foss. The band will lead a campus-wide play/sing along of a song everyone is encouraged to learn over the summer. The song is set to be some Beatles song, but it is up to the student body to choose, so please vote here.
More information about this event will be announced in the coming weeks.
Unfortunately, “Revolution 9” doesn’t appear on the ballot, but here’s what does: “Come Together,” “Yellow Submarine,” “Here Comes the Sun,” “Hey Jude,” “All You Need is Love,” “She Loves You.” So choose The Right One, guys. You know.
Here’s what’s up: the internet is declaring a 40% chance of rain on Thursday, which, on the bright side, means a 60% chance of No Rain, which is great because Blind Melon is totally headlining which is okay because weather.com is predicting “AM showers,” which shouldn’t be too big a deal given that the music isn’t kicking off until 12:45 PM, when Wesleyan opener Peace Museum takes the stage. That was a terrible sentence.
In the unlikely event that it does rain a whole bunch, Spring Fling will be moved to the ice rink—but that’s only in extreme cases, and it’s not especially likely given this forecast. So, you know, keep the hill clean. Err, I was wrong.
Holi, the Indian Festival of Color, arrived on Foss last Friday for what looks to me like a technicolor Woodstock of bodypainting and smiles. Scroll on for a handful of photos from the event courtesy of Nico Vitti ’12, Jeffrey Price ’13, and Kaitlin DeWilde ’13 (in that order). This post in no way offers comment on the related Usdan flier incident—just a glimpse at the event itself, which shouldn’t go uncelebrated on this blog.
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Happy 4/20, y’all—the hills are alive with the sound of P-Safe officers stomping out jointsleft and right. For the first time since Tour De Franzia last spring, P-Safe officers brought out the video cameras and pushed sternly through the crowd, filmingyourstoned faces like Michael Bay crossed with your mom. Anyone know where this footage is going? Michael Roth? Admissions information sessions? The Wesleyan Parents’ Listserv?
Local photo maestro Mike Nakhla ’13, whose professional photography has graced the pages of this blog morethanonce before (tying the knot? Mike does weddings, too), sends in a few fantastic shots from yesterday’s Bandfire on the hill. Performances by student groups included an eclectic mix of underclassmen faves (sup, Cheenis & the Romp?), former Awesomefest projects (including Dog Years and Blooming Youth), and Prometheus.
These images are of Prometheus, which is not actually band, and Blooming Youth, a new project by the talented Emma Daniels ’13 and Alex Lough ’13. They sing American folk songs, a few originals, and a few selections from the Sacred Harp songbook. As Daniels explains, “Alex is an ethnomusicology major, and he spent the last year in Ireland singing Sacred Harp, so we got together this semester for Awesomefest and started writing, incorporating our own sound into Civil War era folk music… and the Blooming Youth emerged.” Say what you will about Awesomefest—beneath all the Elmo costumes, it does spur creativity.
And like that, it was over. No, I’m not referring to the burgeoning poster child for popular disaffection that is “Occupy Wall Street”–that, my friends, is still very much alive and well. Instead, I refer to the occupation that recentlyresided at the top of Foss.
Not shown: blankets, cardboard
Though the physical occupants had abandoned the camp over a week ago–in light (presumably) of the worsening weather–a stack of blankets and cardboard signs had remained, through rain and shine, a reminder of the impending fall of the capitalist-industrialist-militarist-etc. system/complex/what-have-you. While this blogger appreciates the aims of the protesters and sympathizes with their cause immensely, the site had, admittedly, become an unwelcome bit of blight.
Notwithstanding the general disrepute of a pile of mildewing blankets, the clump had additionally been mistaken for a collapsed man/woman, according to various eyewitness accounts (albeit from nighttime revelers).