Listening to The Band, I sometimes imagine myself walking through wild cornfields on a cool summer’s night, across ivy lanes, past broken baseball fields and mom-and-pop diners, trying to find my way home.

Duncan Nussbaum always had a feeling God was out to get him. When he was six years old, he was eating a cheese sandwich – this was back when his parents still kept kosher – and snatched a piece of salami off his brother’s plate, mixing it in his own, daring ...

Senior David Brundige has written and directed two hit shows at Princeton, “Bums and Monkeys” (2003), and “PigTails” (2004). He has won awards for his writing, been jetted out to Hollywood to meet with studio executives, and has had many beautiful women beg him for roles in his future films.

I’ve been wondering recently why the most popular cultural events on campus involve chants like “Yeah Disiac!” and “Yeah BodyHype!.”

One of the most important things my father taught me was how to handle a record.

Bob Ross, perhaps the most important mainstream American artist of the 1980s, is undergoing a resurgence of late.

JG:  What does it mean to be Dean of the College?
DM:  Dean of the College means that I’m responsible for undergraduate education, curriculum, academic advising, academic regulations, the academic standing of the students...

Thirty years ago, Gil Scott-Heron, a black poet and songwriter, wrote the song “Winter in America.”

About ten days ago, the Nassau Weekly’s editor in chief Jacob Savage interviewed (via telephone) Princeton’s most recent wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer ’99, author of the critically acclaimed best-seller Everything is Illuminated, and the recently published Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

In autumn (or fall, as we sometimes called it) we wore woolen sweaters, checkered corduroy, held hands tightly, snuggled for warmth against brisk north winds;
We went apple-picking, fell down laughing on yellowed orange leaves, talked of favorite authors, of Franny and Zooey and our own lost childhoods, of deepest ...

Toward the end of June, as the dog-days of summer fell upon New York City suddenly and definitely, I made a religious pilgrimage to Corona Park, Queens, to see Billy Graham’s supposedly Last Crusade. Riding a crowded 7 train out to Queens I felt a palpable sense of excitement....It was like going to a Mets game, only more diverse.

Dear Readers,
Last month, to the consternation of our “reporter” friends upstairs, we inaugurated the Princewatch column. This new feature severely weakened the Daily Princetonian’s morale; we received several outraged emails to that effect. To right their sinking ship, in an October 14 editorial, the Prince demanded that the ...

In 1968 John Sinclair of the band DC5 wrote that “rock and roll music is a weapon of cultural revolution.” But this overtly political attitude – emblematic of 1960’s music, or at least of the retelling of the story of sixties music – was becoming increasingly antithetical to a certain subset ...

Bill O’Reilly is obsessed with how long it takes a murder victim to die. In his novel – that’s right, his novel – we find out, for example, that “the soft tissue gave way quickly and the steel penetrated the correspondent’s brain stem. Ron Costello was clinically dead in four seconds.” Or, “Lance Worthington couldn’t feel the razor-sharp box-cutter blade slice through his throat…. it was exactly two seconds before he lost consciousness.” Some deaths come even quicker: “A slab of sizzling white hot metal fell directly on his head. Death for Shannon Michaels came one second later.”

We demand the most from musicians who are also drug addicts. We expect them to give all of themselves to us, to emote fully, to express their vulnerability through their music in the starkest of terms. All this is true, of course, until their final freak-out, their final overdose, when ...

Two dark autumns ago, the Arcade Fire made me believe, all over again, in the all-encompassing power of rock and roll. Those were depressingly political times, and the un-political nature of the record offered me an escape. "Funeral" was a triumphant album about loss and renewal, about picking up the pieces in a cold, wintry world; it made me feel that I wasn’t the only one who was strung out and sad and suddenly and pathetically sober.