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black magic, peaches & radioactive cream: first city festival 2014

by BRITTANY NEWELL

photography by ERIC EICH

Music fests are an anthropological field day. Not only do you get to bask in music all day long, but you also get to rub elbows (if you’re lucky) and backsides (if you’re not) with people you would normally do a U-turn to avoid. People of all ages and stripes (though ultimately united by a disposable income) are thrown together in a dusty fairground and made to get along by virtue of the sun, tunes, and smell of fried everything.

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Inside Outside Lands 2014, Part Three: Thank you Ranger Dave

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by ALEJANDRA SALAZAR

I woke up the morning of Day Three to the collective cries of the online Outside Lands community, case in point being the friend who had woken me up with the tragic news. “Just experienced heartbreak for the first time,” he tweeted. “*sad face emojis*.”

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Inside Outside Lands 2014, Part Two: Electric Boogaloo

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by ALEJANDRA SALAZAR

Day Two of Outside Lands was full of sprinting. Sprints aren’t high on my festival/ever to-do lists, but something about the titillating scent of greasy pizza and the promise of a series of amazing (and, as always, conflicting!) sets got my energy levels to some all-time highs.

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Inside Outside Lands 2014, Part One: Style and Substances

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by ALEJANDRA SALAZAR

Nestled in a forest far, far away from civilization (also known as Golden Gate Park), nearly 200,000 people came together to partake in San Francisco’s largest music festival. Outside Lands 2014 was the biggest yet, filled with overpriced ~organic~ gourmet foodstuffs, impeccably dressed twenty-somethings, and sporadic miniature dust storms that left you feeling like you were totally #roughingit amidst all this #nature.

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Seven Tips In Case You Find Yourself Invited To The Mongolian Coachella

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by MARIAH OXLEY

“You gotta go!” they said. “It’s just like ‘Coachella,’” they said.

“Except with more cow shit,” they said—but that time kind of under their breath and turned away so you weren’t really sure if you heard them correctly.

“Tickets are less than $30 U.S. dollars for the weekend and they would have been even cheaper if you’d gotten on top of your shit for once and learned how to make decisions more than a couple hours in advance,” they said.

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jams, jellies and marmalades : YOUR MID SUMMER PLAYLIST

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by StAR STAFF AND CONTRIBUTORS

It’s early August.  You still have a month and a half of summer, and all your friends are leaving you to go back to college.  Here’s a lil’ splash of dopeness to keep you soaking in that summer goodness.  Dive in.

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Break Down of a Bad Seeds Show, or The Search for the Real Nick Cave

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by MARIE VACHOVSKY

This year is a pivotal one for the classier of the goths, the now grown alt-kids of the 80’s, and the shadowier inhabitants of the Land Down Under, because this is the year of 20,000 Days on Earth, the documentary of the elusive Nick Cave.

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in the blink of an eye: a review of “boyhood”

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by MATTHEW LIBBY

“Time’s going by,” says one character in the early scenes of Boyhood, the extraordinary latest film from Texan auteur Richard Linklater. It’s a throwaway line, and an obvious one at that, but those three words serve as a simple guideline for the movie as a whole: time’s always going by.

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#emmyforMaslany, or: the 2014 Emmy Nominations

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by MATTHEW LIBBY

The nominees are in for this year’s Emmy Awards, and they are the usual cocktail of brilliantly inspired, boringly obvious, and mind numbingly confounding. While the nominees get their tuxes pressed and select the episode they will submit to the voting body for consideration, here are my opinionated rants and wild speculations as to the potential victors of TV’s most anticipated awards.

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he’s back: excitement for Bill Murray’s “St. Vincent”

by KELSEY DAYTON

Lost in the manic excitement over LeBron James’s return to Cleveland, which continues to ripple through the sports world fulfilling fan fantasies of Biblical proportions, is another lost son’s return to his promised land, a return that is equally critical to American Pop Culture.

That son would be Bill Murray, and that promised land is broad comedy.

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