By Kaye Coholan
The University of Calgary’s bicycle club has once again found a place to call home. Bike Root, a cooperative student group that runs a do-it-yourself bike shop, has settled into a garage not far from the university’s main gates after having lost its on-campus home in July 2010. The organization’s volunteer and member coordinator Brendan… Continue reading Bike Root puts down its roots
By Marisa Makin
First, you’ll have to wait 45 minutes in line amid a crowd of west-coast hipsters, boarders, businessmen and conservative-types alike — everyone wants to see this. The excited chatter you’ll hear will only serve to heighten the anticipation of seeing Los Angeles’s Museum of Contemporary Art’s latest and greatest installation celebrating graffiti culture. Despite the… Continue reading Vandalism versus Self-Expression
By Andréa Rojas
On a sweltering August afternoon, four bands with Alberta roots and five of the most prolific acts in alternative music of the last two decades, despite being emblazoned with the most ambiguous letter of the English alphabet, created a musical experience that was distinctly Calgary. Conceived of as early as 2006 by the founders of… Continue reading X-FEST
By Andréa Rojas
What other summer jamboree can boast not just a day, but an entire week of festivities perpetuating the artistic practices of over 54 countries? Afrikadey! has just celebrated its 20th year — and along with it, a lasting tradition of the local celebration of African culture. Starting in the first week of August with various… Continue reading “Afrikadey? EVERY day”
By Dylan K.
Have you ever driven an unregistered van halfway across the country, spent your last hundred dollars on a tattoo, skinny-dipped with total strangers at three in the morning or got a trial membership at a gym just to use the shower? During the first few weeks of August 2011, I grabbed my bass guitar and… Continue reading “Let’s make some bad decisions, darling”
By Andréa Rojas
I’m sitting in a Kensington coffee shop when I find out that four grown men have just baked me a pie.Strawberry-rhubarb, in fact, and lovingly Saran-wrapped with my name carefully hand-printed on a white piece of paper sitting on top of it. And I think to myself, What kind of band is this? Hunger Hush,… Continue reading HUNGER HUSH