I was able to catch Maggie Rogers for a very special hometown show at the Merriweather Post Pavilion in Columbia, MD. The venue is a stunning amphitheater with a standing pit, seated areas, and a lawn in the back. The Japanese House, an English indie pop musician, opened for the show, setting the mood with airy and ethereal music. As the sun dipped down, Maggie began the show with the starting track of the album “It Was Coming All Along.” The track paints an image that shows hope for the future.
This was my fourth time seeing Maggie in concert, and I was once again blown away by her vocals. Midway through the show, there was a pause. Governor Wes Moore appeared on stage, declaring June 16th, 2024 as Maggie Rogers Day in the state of Maryland. He thanked her for her work getting concertgoers to register to vote, advocating for reproductive rights, and taking action to ensure fair ticket prices. The last Maggie Rogers show I had been to was in Boston, where the singer appeared in person to sell tickets at the box office for just $25. In addition, she was selling fee-free tickets for her larger arena tour in the fall.
Maggie continued to sing while recounting how she had grown up going to the very venue I was watching her play in. The singer wistfully recalled saving up money to see Mumford and Sons, and how she was named godmother to the pianist’s daughter. I felt chills listening to her emotionally charged version of “Overnight,” one of my favorite songs on her first album. This performance, along with the stripped back version of her hit “Alaska,” represented the growth she has experienced as an artist.
I am very excited to see Maggie Rogers in the fall and further document her progression as an artist. Maggie’s performances are consistently unique and her talent blows me away every time I am lucky enough to see her live. Be sure to check out Maggie’s tour schedule here to see when she will be in your area!
by Denise // June 21st, 2024
After going viral for the hit song “Ceilings,” Lizzy McAlpine returned with her third album Older. Older channels the soulful, folk-inspired vulnerability and storytelling that is at the heart of why Lizzy has made strides in the music world.
I recently had the opportunity to see Lizzy at The Anthem, a venue in Washington D.C. with a capacity of 6,000, where she played two back-to-back sold-out shows. Lizzy began with “The Elevator,” the opening track on Older, which grounds the rest of the album’s story of a relationship gone awry. The setlist continued with most of the album in chronological order, with older tracks such as “Doomsday” and “Chemtrails” from her sophomore album five seconds flat weaved in.
Lizzy’s performance of “Doomsday” especially showcased her growth since I last saw her in 2022, during the five seconds flat tour. Her vocals have somehow improved and her comfort on stage is evidenced by her performance. She added tons of rifts and interesting note changes that were received very well by the audience, who were energetic yet respectful. Her live performance of the title track “Older” was extremely soulful and further conveyed the vulnerability of the album. In addition, I was excited to hear the bridge of “Vortex,” a song that releases the frustration and chaos present within the relationship. The metaphor of a vortex runs throughout many songs, anchoring the album and setlist as a whole.
The stage design cultivated a home-like atmosphere, with it being set up to mirror a living room. Ambient lamps, wooden furniture, and an acoustic piano contributed to the comfortable atmosphere that allowed Lizzy’s artistry to shine. The lack of an opener also allowed the show to start at around 8:45 and end at around 10, which I certainly appreciated. Her performance ended with rapturous applause as well as an encore, where she sang fan-favorites such as “Apple Pie” and “Ceilings.”
I felt the benefits of her improved tour setup, namely her increased confidence and joy on stage. After rescheduling part of her UK/EU tour in May of 2023 to prioritize her mental health, it is evident that the new setup is working for her. Lizzy is headed to the East Coast, playing at Radio City in New York on June 18 and 19, as well as MGM Music Hall at Fenway in Boston on June 21 and 22. Be sure to catch her in your area. I am incredibly excited to see how she continues to grow as an artist and look forward to what’s next!
by Antônio // April 29th, 2024
Well…. Happy new year to you!
We may be nearing the end of April already, but WebDCR has since January been run by a whole new crew. Did you forget to check out our ABOUT page for updates?
As you may see, radio is full of new faces; and, with them, a few song recommendations – which you can check right below:
While we are still on the hunt for a new blog editor (yes I’m stepping down, no you won’t stop getting posts from me hAH), I wanted to share this little update here. WebDCR is home to an ever-growing and ever-changing community, which makes it an even more special place to share your music, inspirations, and artistic creations.
Sounds fun, right? Then consider showing up to our directorate meetings! Every other Sunday at the Studio 🙂
Yours in radio,
antônio
by Antônio // Dec 30th, 2023
Before the year comes to an end, I wanted to leave you folks with a little holiday season present. But, you know me, right? I can’t just be brief and concise. My brain just doesn’t work like that. So, instead — as evidence of my ever-growing love for our little blog community (me & the voices in my head) — I bequest you two playlists. Exactly, you heard it right: two. playlists.
Not one.
Two creations of mine. My blood, my flesh. Firstly, my Christmas playlist:
Don’t question it. Just enjoy it.
Secondly, but definitely not less important: the songs you (honestly, I) almost (actually, did) miss out on. Aka. some artists whose names I kept hearing (on tiktok maybe? can’t remember) but whose work I hadn’t had the proper time to appreciate in more detail. So, hereby I offer you a compilation of songs I don’t really know, but who I’ve been enjoying to discover:
(this is portuguese for when you have the time cus i was really sleeping on some of these artists just cus i didn’t have the time to listen to it lol)
Anyways,
Happy holidays !
With love,
Antônio
by Antônio // May 7th, 2023
Hey you!
New post series just dropped! As a follow up to ‘Study abroad as playlists’, here is (Greek) houses as playlists!
If you are affiliated to any of Dartmouth’s many Greek Houses or Student Societies, feel free to send me a playlist that you think represents that space!
Without further ado, here is Alpha Theta’s playlist — compiled by Gabriel Clark and siblings.
Hugs,
Antônio
by Kennedy Hamblen //April 25, 2023
I hate the acoustic guitar. Ok, that’s not true. I should say I’m less forgiving to acoustic-sounding music, whether that mean one sad man and a guitar, or several sad men, multiple guitars, and light percussion. While I love a lo-fi sound, I can’t stand, for example, Fleet Foxes, or (forgive me) Snail Mail. Stop whining! And for the love of God, buy a synthesizer.
This might make my love of the Shin’s debut album, Oh, Inverted World, a bit strange. After all, in the liner notes to the 20th anniversary vinyl, Pat McGuire dismisses my kind of music in favor of that emotional instrumental crap I usually hate. About Oh, Inverted World, McGuire writes, “It had melodies! Harmonies! Earnestness! Ardor, zeal! A singer who could really, truly sing! Quirky lyrics you could actually understand, even comprehend!”
I find this analysis irritating, and not only because it’s a not-so-subtle dig at “garage rock revival.” I also think Oh, Inverted World has a lot to offer beyond the musical subgenre it represents. It’s an incredibly complex album, even if recognizing that complexity takes several listens. On the first listen, you’ll notice the beautiful, compact songs, which sonically toe the line between upbeat light rock and a sinister strangeness. But give it a few more, and you’ll catch intricate basslines, thoughtful instrumental additions, and unique subtleties. This album does not give everything up at once, even if you can immediately hear all the care that has gone into each song.
Oh, Inverted World feels like a walk through the suburbs on a gray day in an especially inspired mood—wavering between the quotidian, the queasy boredom of small sadness, the nostalgic, and the smarmy told-you-so tone that alternative teenagers love to take with their parents and their friends.
It’s also an album with immense momentum. The Shins know where to hold off on the hi-hat and when to send it back with full force. They know how to use even simple chord progressions to their fullest effect. They know how to edit their music—and what you don’t hear is just as important as what you do. A sonic trick or interesting noise is never overused. Other similar-sounding albums fall short of Oh, Inverted World‘s genius because they linger too long, or fail to place every part of the puzzle together in a satisfactory way, creating bloated albums full of songs that engage with too-few musical ideas or motifs. But on this album, the Shins lay out each witty lyric and beautiful or interesting sound with no fanfare, no unnecessary lingering, as if “the goal is to ignite you then move on.”
I’ll always love excess in music, be that noise or screaming, overdrive, a crunchy bassline. But a light touch can do something no other technique is capable of. Oh, Inverted World‘s sparseness gives its mastery a window through which to shine. It also reveals the delicate beauty of a well-structured song. And it might… MIGHT… just convince me to give Snail Mail a listen.
by Kennedy Hamblen // February 16, 2023
The first time I heard Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?, the landmark album by musician Kevin Barnes under his stage name of Montreal, I proceeded to listen to it on repeat for the next five hours while I dug a giant hole in Minecraft. I’m not sure what this means, besides that I like repetitive video game tasks—and also that Hissing Fauna has both the surface shine to pull you in and the intricacy to make you keep listening.
Barnes has always made music that is captivatingly complex. He churns out hooks, and he crams musical ideas and experimentation into every song he writes. Whether you like of Montreal’s music or hate it, you’ll be hard-pressed to call it boring. And in Hissing Fauna, Barnes makes tunes so danceable it’s nearly kitsch, with charming lyricism honed to an emotional height.
Hissing Fauna is about Barnes’s divorce, among other things, and the first half of the album sounds appropriately manic-depressive. The first three songs are falsetto, self-aware laments with digital tones, and flow into each other so beautifully that they sound as one. Barnes incorporates staples from his older work—acapella-style background singing, wonderful synth riffs and bass guitar lines that belong on a Top Forty song—into the deceptively-boppy “Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse.” “Grolandic Edit,” the best stand-alone song of the album, is almost too rhythmically weird to make it onto your indie party playlist, but too catchy to not get queued at some point. A combination of weird, choppy sounds and samples looped onto incredible drum machine tracks gives these songs a playful atmosphere despite their serious subject matter.
“The Past Is A Grotesque Animal” is the album’s mid-point, as well as arguably its emotional climax. It glories in twelve minutes of mournful synth wailing and Barnes’s lyricism at its absolute best. He is able to fold the mystic and strange into the everyday misery of regret. Even his own intelligence is reason for reproach—perhaps marrying “the first cute girl that I met / Who could appreciate Georges Bataille” is too cerebral to be wise. But it’s the beautiful ringing, circular melodies of the song that reveal of Montreal’s true talent—turning digital music tools into sonic forces invested with emotional power. The synth-y, witticism-filled songs of Montreal records can sometimes feel disconnected from a personal base, but in Hissing Fauna, that disconnect collapses into a very human feeling indeed—self-loathing. All Barnes has left at this crucial juncture is his singing machines. “The past is a grotesque animal, and in its eyes you see / How completely wrong you can be.”
If you needed a break after that—understandable. And with his Shakespearian ability to oscillate between high drama and farce, Barnes provides it. In the next four songs, Barnes weaves narratives of short-lived, cringey romantic encounters. He rejects potential lovers (“Bunny Ain’t No Kind of Rider”) and is rejected (naturally, in “She’s a Rejecter”); he sings about hookups and creates a wriggly, difficult, even uncomfortably enthusiastic sexuality (“Faberge Falls for Shuggie” and “Labyrinthian Pomp”). Although these songs are considerably more upbeat than the album’s A-side, the specter of doom hangs over all of them. “She’s a Rejecter,” the penultimate song, slides seamlessly into “We Were Born The Mutants Again With Leafling,” a return to the album’s earlier shivering fears of loneliness. And doesn’t it make perfect sense that rejection would remind us of failures? Of Montreal uses the album to its fullest formal potential, and Hissing Fauna has a narrative and emotional arc that pays off without sacrificing the integrity of any single song.
This album rewards multiple listens, so even if you’ve heard it before, I urge you to give it another spin. And if you haven’t—and you like your pop music weird, pretentious, and wily—then I highly recommend this masterpiece.
by Antônio // January 04, 2023
Welcome back to another year of blogging at your favourite campus radio in the Upper Valley! Antônio here, ready to wrap up one of the coolest projects I’ve developed at WebDCR so far: the Study abroad as playlists program. To end this properly, I not only highly recommend checking what Poly has listened over in Berlin during her summer LSA, but also going through the past two posts to get educated on some Argentinian and Japanese bops :))
xoxo,
best blog buddy
ps: we remain accepting suggestions and submissions of any shape or form to our recently rebirthed blog 🙂
by Antônio // November 15, 2022
If you have ever listened to my and Julie’s radio show — Post-Colonial Stress Disorder (PCSD) — you know that, although we share a similar background as children of colonialism and racism, living in the Global South, and made super aware of the oppressive ways American colleges perceive us…… we have always disagreed on one thing. That is: I believe Kanye had a point when he stood up against Taylor’s victory at the 2009 VMAs.
Julie — a beautiful, young, smart, and brown (like me) girl — was raised to know that female voices deserved more space in the industry; that a young woman like Taylor has never deserved to be treated like that on stage. And, to some extent, I knew that too. Nonetheless, I stand by the idea that the industry has been negligent not only of female voices, but also (and perhaps mainly) of voices of colour. For me, Kanye’s statement stealing that mic was a statement against structural and cultural racism. And I stand by that.
It happens that, since Julie and my boyfriend (who are best friends) forced me to listen to Red (Taylor’s version), I have started warming up to our blondie. She grew on me when she said that he tossed the keychain on the ground and that… oh well… fuck the patriarchy!
Last week, when getting off my usual metro station, I passed by a vinyl shop and found myself impulsively asking if they had the blue disco version of Midnights. Not gonna lie, it was perhaps the most expensive album I ever acquired, but I do not regret it for a single moment. Not only it is a masterpiece, but it also represents my walking away from Kanye’s recent antisemitic and overall problematic statements. I am a new man, and that album was a turning point for me. I know I’m the problem, it’s me; I know that we were born to be the pawn; but, more than anything, I now know that karma is the breeze in my hair on the weekend now.
Although a former Kanye stan (literally my Twitter bio), I am now going insane as I wait in line for the Eras Tour presale tickets. I grew, Taylor. I am not the same. But I understand if, as a medium for karma, you allowed me to be the only one in my friend group to be chosen as a verified fan on Ticketmaster just so that you could… at the last minute… not let me buy a ticket.
AHA! You thought I would be doing a funny album review over here, or perhaps sharing a new playlist, but I am genuinely just ranting about a blond woman whose concert I will probably miss.
Hugs from your (now publicly apologetic) blog bestie,