FORDHAM’S MULTIMEDIA MUSIC PUBLICATION
FORDHAM’S MULTIMEDIA MUSIC PUBLICATION
By, Maggie Peknic You’ve entered the sacred land of Mugz, greeted by Suits and a pitcher of beer. After one (or one two many) pitchers, you stumble your way over to the glowing screen in the corner. You touch the screen and enter the world of TouchTunes. It’s a magical world where you have the …
By Allen Wang As the sound engineer at Rodrigue’s Coffee House, the main responsibilities I have are to set up all the sound equipment that’s required for a live show and then mix the band during their performance. Although this process is pretty dynamic and volatile from the variety of bands that come to play, …
By Maura Mulvihill Crotona Avenue is a street just off of Fordham Road. Head a couple of blocks past Belmont Avenue; stop before you hit the Bronx Zoo, and you’ll find it. Crotona Avenue shares a name with a high school, a park, and now Fordham’s newest band who made their live debut on November …
By Josh Atlas Finding friends as a freshman is never easy. For almost everyone, it begins with matching personalities and interests. I went through two friend groups before I finally found my current roommates: Driss Zaim-Sassi and Nick Bravate. I met Nick during the first week of school, and we instantly connected over his Kids …
By Eliana Gruvman “DJs are false gods,” Cat Both says to me as she drinks a peppermint chocolate latte. (She very kindly offered me the first sip). She’s wearing a UNIQLO thermal and a skirt that I want to borrow. Her mug is covered in polka dots and exclaims “evil genius.” I’d have to agree …
By Kate Caperan Diana Marino is an English PhD student at Fordham University. She is also a hip hop scholar who believes that hip hop culture and music should be incorporated into high school and college curriculum. In a sit down interview, Marino revealed her complex journey with hip hop, her experiences learning and teaching …
By Maura Mulvihill The Rods x Relish Open Mic Night was a sight to behold. With raindrops bouncing off the windows and the old rickety heating units making mysterious sounds, it felt like mother nature was waiting to hop on the mic herself. With the room illuminated by string lights and an audience watching from …
