The Guilfordian
September 12, 1997
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The Root Beer Diaries
BY CAT IE BRALY
Features Columnist
Last Friday night, I went with
some friends of mine to see the
band Luna. Now, while Luna is not
a band I listen to, I volunteered to
take them to save each of them the
twenty dollar Greyhound bus fare.
(You know, sacrificing myself for
the good of the whole, etc...etc...)
Coming into the club, the
lights were dim, and the haze pour
ing out of the front door was
enough to make a non-smoker like
me cringe. However, I walked in
side anyway, dutifully forking over
my nine dollars to the severe-look
ing bouncer.
There's only one way to de
scribe it: Wall to wall people. The
only spaces left vacant by people
were quickly filled with amplified
voices and half-drunken smiles.
My friend Alicia started pull
ing me to the opposite corner of
the club, making our way through
the fog of human collection to the
bar, where for one dollar, you
could get water. Again, we obliged
this establishment by cracking
open the wallet.
Once we had secured our
place in this aural pandemonium,
we made small talk until the band
took its place, and we turned our
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Catie spreads her wisdom across the
campus like cream cheese on a bagel.
attention away from our flat con
versation and teased hair to the
evening's entertainment.
It didn't take too long before
the smoke and people began to
take its toll on poor ol' me. While
my friends zigzagged their way up
to the front, I gracefully slipped
out the back of the club, where the
club owner had been kind enough
to leave a few chairs to the drown
ing few searching for safe harbor.
And it was there I sat, perched
on the edge of this music, my feet
dangling in the cool sweet notes,
and I began to think. You know,
when you sit down and every
thought that comes to you seems
to border the mystical. I began to
think about everything I have
learned in the past few years.
People come to college expect
ing to instantaneously become a
new person. Some people may
have been horrible students in
high school (not that I would know
or anything...umm...) and expect
to automatically become Rhodes
Scholars. Some people come to
college and just expect the Divine
spirit to take their souls into her
hands and magically transform
them. That doesn't happen.
Change doesn't come that easily.
When there is something you want
to do or be, no one is going to hand
it to you. But whatever it is you
decide to do, you must wholly
commit yourself to the cause. I
leave you with the great words of
one 900-year-old puppet. "Try
not. Do or do not. There is no
Guilford is changing right before our eyes.
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WQFS:
The Top
Twenty
COURTESY OF WQFS
MANAGEMENT
I. FUTURE: AJOUR
MEy THROUGH THE
ELECTRONIC UN
DERGROUND
% DJf KEORI
3. THE FOLK IMPLO
SION
4. LORDS' OF ACID
5. THE GERALDINE
FIBBERS
6. WEEN
7. ATTACK OF THE
KILLER SURF GUI
TARS
8. PAVEMENT
9. TOLEDO
10. DICK DALE
11. PIPE
11. INNOCENT NIXON
13. TANYA DONNELLY
14. DAVID BYRNE
15. THE FROGS
16. THE RECLINERS
17. MY LIFE WITH THE
THRILL KILL KULT
18. GREG GARING
19. SKIF DANK
10. EAT/KISS: MUSIC
FOR THE FILMS OF
ANDY WARHOL:
JOHN CALE
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