It’s Week 8. I have nothing cute to add here. Once more unto the breach.
Archive for Max Walker-Silverman
(‘15, History / Theater and Performance Studies, Literature Editor) is from Telluride, Colorado. His writing varies in genre, as it does in quality.
It’s the Late Show: Dave Chappelle at SFJAZZ
Since abruptly leaving his Comedy Central show in 2006, Dave Chappelle has been something of a ghost in the comedic world. He’s not disappeared, exactly, he’s just gone lower profile.
Not Snowchella, Not Super Bowl, not Valentine’s Day: your week five playlist
Editor’s Note: Peyton Manning submitted a number of songs but they were too sad. Russell Wilson did as well, but they were just repeated submissions of ‘And We Danced‘ by Macklemore. We chose to omit both entries.
Wish I Had Had This On Ski Trip: your week two playlist
If you’re reading this right now, it means you’ve survived and escaped the snowpocalypse that took over every place except California. Shout out to Stanford and our fantastic location.
In a Holidaze: your winter break playlist
Break. Nice. Finally. In a familiar bed at home or an unfamiliar one on the road, east coast or west coast, Midwest or down south, overseas or outer space, snow flakes or sun shine — these tunes are sure to soothe the mind and feed the soul.
It’s Called Dead Week but We’re Staying Alive: your week ten playlist
At other universities, Dead Week is a time removed from scheduled classes during which students are encouraged to study and review their class material in preparation for a week of final exams.
Stanford’s official response to this widely practiced reading period: “lol go 2 class foolz.”
Giving Thanks to the 48th State: your fall break playlist
You did it, guys! You made it to break. Go and gorge yourself, you’ve earned it. Try to ignore that nagging feeling that pervades your life, filling you with a sense of dread that there’s work to do, essays to write, finals to study for. Kick back and jam out.
Scrambling to Get Red Zone Points: your week nine playlist
Still hungover after drowning your football-induced sorrows? Kick back and enjoy one last week of not having to deal with your crazy family with our homemade, fresh-out-the-oven playlist. Don’t even think about all those deadlines coming up.
Nostalgia, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Hip-Hop
Nostalgia is a big industry and I’m a helpless consumer of it. It’s really not my fault. There’s something buried deep in our brains that sees history as a series of cultural bonfires on the cold plain of human experience and wants more than anything to warm up next to one. Go to a jazz club in Chicago, a poetry reading in San Francisco, a Paris cabaret, and you will find yourself in a sea of frozen pilgrims looking for a flame.
F*ck the Toxic Fumes: your week eight playlist
Bring it on, Week 8. Bring it on.
Welcome to the Arts Review’s first weekly playlist, a collection of the diverse jams that have been populating the earbuds of our writers as we bask in a win against Oregon, reflect on experimental campus theater, and try to stay indoors to avoid toxic fumes alarmingly close to campus. Stay alive. Bump these tunes.