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Lauren Maas
I was a weird kid. There is evidence to suggest that I am becoming a weird adult, certainly, but my intense emotional predilection for (instrumental) movie scores was a major exhibit of my adolescent quirkiness.  My Music Crushes: Past & Present, For Better or For WorseBy
Hilty Hazzard
Most every girl in the U.S. of A. has had a crush on a musician. From your first preteen Tiger Beat cover to your later years of cougar crushing – musicians stand on stage in their tight pants like demigods of coolness and impenetrability begging you to adore them.  “Young Folks” on the BrainBy
Lauren Maas
The infectious nature of “Young Folks” by Peter Bjorn & John has entranced the kids I babysit for and has forever been seared into the depths of my brain.  “Rich Girl” and My Quarter-Life CrisisBy
Lauren Maas
The song that has epitomized my post-graduate school experience over the past two years has been Hall & Oates immortal “Rich Girl.” It started innocently enough, with a simple, non-ironic love of that iconic ’80s group, passed along to me through many a childhood viewings of the video for “Maneater” on MTV, and grew [...]  Pre-liberation Idiots & the Fake StonesBy
Hilty Hazzard
The first year of college for most kids is a traumatic time. I made it especially hard on myself by spending my first year at an all girls college in rural southwest Virginia. I had gone there with visions of becoming a great academic, eschewing the lesser desires of fun and parties and boys with [...]  The Maas’s Get Mraz-zled: A Photo EssayBy
Lauren Maas
Two weekends ago, I made the trek up I-95 to visit my family in New Jersey. Since I get to visit them about once or twice a season, my mom had jam-packed our weekend with activities, the most anticipated being …anyone? anyone? ….no less than a Jason Mraz concert at my younger brother’s [...]  Love in the Time of PhishBy
Hilty Hazzard
In 1996, at the tender age of 16, I was a prime target to be taken into the cult of Phish. In my world concerts were for meeting boys, radio was A-OK and my CD collection consisted of The Cranberries, Sarah McLachlan, and The Counting Crows.  Daddy’s Dance Party: The Early YearsBy
Lauren Maas
This post is a hard one for me to begin because its subject represents the springboard of my musical education and the genesis of all my amazing dance moves. Its subject has also gained the status of a minor legend amongst my friends because I’ve reminisced about it so frequently and with great detail, [...] |
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