Mothers of Art invite you to give Magneet Festival a second life
Last month’s Magneet Festival proudly rocks a ‘Leave No Trace‘ policy: they promised to leave their terrain as empty and clean as it was when they got it. So what happens to all the scrap material then, you might ask? Well, it sure isn’t thrown out as garbage. They’ve collected it and now they’ll give it back to you. (..more)
Brandt & Levie host the biggest sausage fest of the year at Roest
I'm a sucker for sausage. I just love putting a fresh hot sausage in my mouth and devotedly puncturing its skin with my teeth until the heavenly juices squirt out all over my tongue. And when I got it all in my throat I'll swallow it down and get myself another, even bigger sausage. (..more)
Sunday Roast: Why did you buy your television?
It’s Sunday and you’re hungover, angry at the world, at bartenders and most of all: yourself. No worries, we feel the same. That’s why we’ve invented Sunday Roast. A bi-weekly conversational ‘column’. A written one. Online. Every other Sunday, Mark and Sabrina vent about the horrible burdens and ungodly mishaps of their 21st century life. Usually reserved only for bars, we bring our problems right into your home. Sharing is sexy, and a problem shared is a problem halved.. You are cordially invited to our pity party. (..more)
Sunday Roast: It’s not spring when you’re freezing to death
It’s Sunday and you’re hungover, angry at the world, at bartenders and most of all: yourself. No worries, we feel the same. That’s why we’ve invented Sunday Roast. A bi-weekly conversational ‘column’. A written one. Online. Every other Sunday, Mark and Sabrina vent about the horrible burdens and ungodly mishaps of their 21st century life. Usually reserved only for bars, we bring our problems right into your home. Sharing is sexy, and a problem shared is a problem halved.. You are cordially invited to our pity party. (..more)
Let out your magniloquent inner art-geek at Sonic Acts XIV
I love art, I love technology, I love music, I love science. But what really tickles my fancy is when these four collide into a massive pretentious orgy of spectacular nerdy goodness. Sonic Acts is that orgy, and it's due this weekend. Let me shine a light on it for you. (..more)
Sunday Roast: Learn some damn manners before acting all elitist
It’s Sunday and you’re hungover, angry at the world, at bartenders and most of all: yourself. No worries, we feel the same. That’s why we’ve invented Sunday Roast. A bi-weekly conversational ‘column’. A written one. Online. Every other Sunday, Mark and Sabrina vent about the horrible burdens and ungodly mishaps of their 21st century life. Usually reserved only for bars, we bring our problems right into your home. Sharing is sexy, and a problem shared is a problem halved.. You are cordially invited to our pity party. (..more)
Sunday Roast: Why I would love to be part of the end of the world
It’s Sunday and you’re hungover, angry at the world, at bartenders and most of all: yourself. No worries, we feel the same. That’s why we’ve invented Sunday Roast. A bi-weekly conversational ‘column’. A written one. Online. Every other Sunday, Mark and Sabrina vent about the horrible burdens and ungodly mishaps of their 21st century life. Usually reserved only for bars, we bring our problems right into your home. Sharing is sexy, and a problem shared is a problem halved.. You are cordially invited to our pity party. (..more)
Indievloot hand-picked a fine variety of bands for their monthly Paradiso night
You’re probably familiar with Indievloot; they provide super cheap tickets for indie gigs in Paradiso, and also present a monthly show of their own in the pop temple. These nights feature several upcoming indie acts, covering a wide variety of interpretations of the genre. A great night to get your monthly fix of surprising and exciting new music, and reliable source for many a discovery. (..more)
The six best films of 2011, this Sunday in Kriterion
The past year was a good year for cinema. There were a lot of big Hollywood blockbusters that blew away our low expectations, and a lot of art-house films that appealed so much they almost turned mainstream. The most interesting thing however, is that all these films had one key element linking them; they were all either miserably sad, awfully depressing or bitterly heavyhearted. (..more)