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Jake Brooks


ARTICLES

It's a war on war

Maybe Arshad Hasan speaks a bit too loudly. Maybe his views are a bit too leftist to garner the support of many of his politically moderate or apathetic classmates.

Music: Spoon

"What is there ever to understand about a band name?" scoffs Britt Daniel, the lead singer and songwriter of Spoon.

Almost Infamous

It's 9:38 p.m. on May 8, 1998 and one light is still on in an otherwise deserted New Republic office.

Culture: Achtung, Baby

Transvestites have been anything but a drag on the musical theater industry. From the first plays that forced men to play the parts of women to La Cage Aux Folles to Cabaret to The Rocky Horror Picture Show to Rent to an innumerable set of other musicals, men dressing as women has proven to be as much a musical theater staple as Barbra Streisand.

Film: I am no Yeats

Reign of Fire, the new sci-fi action thriller set in post-apocalyptic England, is not so much a reign over an empire, as over a small fiefdom or a large village.

Culture: The Brick Playhouse Is a Dive

From outside, The Brick Playhouse is more reminiscent of a halfway house, than a theater. It's a hole in the wall -- a doorway sandwiched in between a defunct South Street bar and what a Walmart would be if it were located in the fifth circle of hell.

Film: Not Your Standard Routine

Thelonious Monk is a visual aesthete's dream. His right hand recklessly pecks at the keys like a wild chicken, yet with such precision and unsettling terseness.

Spielberg Reminds Me of My Rabbi

I was once told that writing a good story is markedly different from writing good literature. Case in point: the prolific Stephen King has written many insidious novels without ever having produced a great piece of literature.

Ring. Ring. Who's There?

Question: how do you get Comedy Central to show a deaf man masturbating to the vibrations produced when a phone sex operator yells into the other end of a receiver that he places up to his balls?

An Alternative to Internet Porn

Three-ring Rob and his Sundance circus left town before I even had the chance to buy a ticket. But all is not lost.
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