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I felt like I was going to see the likes of a Soviet orchestra perform instead of the Flaming Lips—until I was greeted by booming electronic music and cigarette smoke at its outdoor entrance. It turns out that The Flaming Lips were concluding the first day of TAG CDMX, a three day interdisciplinary festival that invites innovators from the realms of music, movies, design, culinary arts, and technology to discuss their creative process through various conferences, workshops, and performances.…

It was a dark scary night when I saw a really old building and that was made out of metal and was really rusty. I went up to the door and it was unlocked. I opened the door and there was a hole with a ladder in it, I went down the ladder and took out my flashlight. There was a lot of paths leading in all directions and I went down the first one I saw, but there was nothing down that path so then I went down the next path. There was nothing down that path so I came out of the building. I walked…

Albert Grossman was born on May 21st, 1926 in Chicago, Illinois. He attended college at Roosevelt University in Chicago, where he graduated with a degree in economics. After graduating, he worked for the Chicago Housing Authority. He left, however, in the late 1950’s in order to pursue a career in the club business (O’Conner). During this time the folk revival movement was growing rapidly, leading Grossman to invest into this uprising scene. Grossman opened up a club called Gate of Horn that was…

The smoky room is full of loud, chattering people, some sober, some not. There are several stocky men with big, bushy sideburns and unkempt mustaches outfitted in short lederhosen, along with several heavy-set women wearing blue knee-length dirndls carrying up to sixteen mugs of beer while walking down the aisles. The tables are decked with blue and white checkered tablecloths and are overly crowded. People are singing drinking songs, albeit in a rather out of tune fashion. This image of the…

The keys rattled, resonating a jingle of my apprehension. With shaking fingers, I desperately connected the cold, metal key to the lock on the mailbox and opened it eagerly. The letter that I had been fervently waiting for sat in the middle of a lofty pile glaring at me. With a deep and unsteady breath, I tore it open. My excitement vanished abruptly and was replaced with distress. I could not believe I had failed; I could not comprehend that I was rejected from the Math and Science Academy.…

A small cry for help resonated through the hallway. This singular voice was soft and gentle, and soon followed by many other female voices. A loud popping sound echoed from the room, silencing them. “Shut your mouths, you worthless whores!” an angry male voice shouted, causing the popping sound. Genma nodded to the surrounding shinobi, motioning them toward the room. They nodded in response, moving down the hallway silently. Another earth-shattering pop resonated, followed quickly by a…

“Livin’ on a Prayer” was released in 1986 in the album called “Slippery When Wet.” Then the song got popular again in November 2013. The song was written by Bon Jovi, Desmond Child, and Ricky Sambora. In the beginning of the song, you hear many lyrics about workers having a bad time. One line was that stick out was “Tommy used to work on the docks Union's been on strike” (Jovi Lines 2-3). This line show the dockworkers started an organize strikes. The song even talk about common workers…

PRINCE ROYCE Geoffrey Royce Rojas which is now Prince Royce released his first cover in January 19, 2010 which is called Stand by me The song is remake of American soul singer Ben E. King's original 1961 song. Prince Royce made it into a bachata song . now he is famous he is in the billboard in the latin tropical and r&b known for the singles Stand by Me and Corazon sin cara which both hit #1 on the Billboard Tropical Songs Chart. His 2013 album featuring the chart topping single Darte un…

His narrow feet sprang spritely across the smoothly worn, marble cobblestone. His heels danced musically leaving the ground as suddenly as a spring storms as if each stone burned like a scorching coal filled with passionate intensity. Feverish with anticipation the clamorous anarchy of his mear footsteps echoing off the narrow brick walls; abruptly broken by deafening silence of anticipation. At the crossroads of Salem and Hope Street stood the red paned door of the glass telephone box. Isolated…

I stood there as the sweat ran down my palms, I looked out the lightly tinted windows from my classroom. I could see my pale skin, shaking, watching drops of sweat hit the floor. My honey-colored eyes turned dark as a marble. I watched every cop frozen with unexplainable fear in their eyes. There they stood, stiff and surrounding our school like scavenging vultures. Camouflaged in navy war-gear, masked with glissing plastic from head to toe. “What were they afraid of?” "Everyone, EMERGENCY!…