Author: Gage Taylor

Perhaps one day I’ll miss frantically scribbling down 800 words every other Thursday evening, but that day is not today. That said, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel compelled to do something at least a little bit special for my last column. In a perfect world, I’d

If I’m being brutally honest, I wouldn’t describe myself as particularly psyched for this weekend’s Kohoutek Music Festival at Pitzer College. But then again, I only really feel that way since I’m still coming down from last week’s rather wicked iteration of Nochella, which ended in a boisterous crowd storming

April is the cruelest month. You’ve been drowning in work for weeks now, you only heard back from two of those job apps (both negative), and the summer still seems far off on the horizon. And I mean, do you even want the summer to come? Where’s that job, eh?

Tonight, March 4, there's a KSPC-sponsored show at Scripps College’s Margaret Fowler Garden featuring the incredible French Vanilla and Allison Weiss. Both groups are explicitly feminist and queer, and you should absolutely go support their work if you’re around and like things with guitars, but other than that, there’s not too much happening

Well, it’s been a week since Kanye West unveiled The Life of Pablo, and whether or not we’ve actually heard the “final” version, the internet’s done a solid job covering every angle of everything worth saying about this beautiful mess: Chance the Rapper’s verse is one of the best he’s

I’ll admit that I was way too close to adding to the glut of thinkpieces on Rihanna’s ANTI. I’m not trying to imply that it’s a bad record (on the contrary, it’s mostly sick, save for a few awful elements—I’m looking at you, Drake), but this column could be used for

As we crawl toward the end of the semester, it’s always fun to watch how the impending turmoil of finals and deadlines exerts its force on our social habits. Campus events and parties tend to take on a weird kind of desperation right before the weeklong library hibernation sets in. Luckily, there’s no

There’s no getting around it. Going to shows and hanging out in clubs has felt wrong recently. It’s not quite guilt, but between violence abroad, politics at home (traditional and structural) and the standard soul-crushing deluge of schoolwork, it’s safe to say I don’t feel great about continuing business as usual. That said, I

Well, this is awkward. Since I didn’t write a column last week (or the several before—sorry to leave you hanging) and there aren’t any cool shows on the horizon, I’m stuck either telling you about all the great campus events you missed or arbitrarily choosing and narrating some broad musical development

Welcome to yet another wonderful semester of the TSL music column, where good tunes of all kinds are never in short supply. Whether you’re into pop, rap, grime, metal or post-wave Soundcloudcore, I’ve got you covered. Since we’re only a few weeks into the semester, there’s not much to cover by way of