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Tuesday Night at Russell House: Tubatronixx

Experimental Music Groupie Ashlin Aronin ’13 Pens Shocking Tell-All, Urges Students to Attend Concert Tomorrow Featuring Recent Alum:

TOMORROW NIGHT! Experimental Music Group presents Paramecium IV: Cyborg, new work for tuba and electronics by Benjamin Mansavage Klein MA’10. Since receiving his composition degree from Wes, Ben has been a highly active composer in the greater Connecticut area. Some of you may have heard his magnificent computer-controlled pipe organ piece earlier this fall in the Memorial Chapel — if not, or if so, come subsume his latest electric ruminations!

Here’s your chance to figure out what Zach meant when he called Ben Klein’s music “impossible to Google.”

Date: Tuesday, October 23rd
Time: 9:00 PM – 10:30 PM
Place: Russell House
Moneys?: Free (no moneys)

Palmer ’98 Drops Crowdfunded Album, Crowd-Sources Touring Band, Unleashes Steve Albini’s Wrath

“Pretty much everybody on earth has a threshold for how much to indulge an idiot who doesn’t know how to conduct herself, and I think Ms Palmer has found her audience’s threshold.”

Speaking of familiar face Amanda Palmer ’98, the reviews are in for Theatre Is Evil, the album she funded independently over the summer by taking to Kickstarter and somehow emerging with over a million dollars. Palmer recorded the album with the Grand Theft Orchestra, her latest backing band ensemble. If The Guardian is to be believed, the album “feels like sitting on the bed of your tattooed, far cooler cousin 30 years ago, while she tells you ‘all you need to know’ about music.” Sounds about right. Ben Folds, meanwhile, had this confounding opinion to report: “This record is as good as it gets. You’re going to shit when you hear it. It’s going to be around for ages. Otherwise, it’s total crap.” You can hear the album for yourself on Neil Gaiman’s site, or pay what you want here.

If you’re the visual type, observe Palmer’s gruesome new video for “The Killing Type,” in which her band performs in white in a bright white room before Palmer murders her lover and splashes it all red. (“I’m not the killing type, I’m not the killing type,” she pleads in the track’s lyrics.) If you’re squeamish at all, consider skipping it entirely.

But funding the album isn’t the only task Palmer bestowed on her fans.