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Alex Jones, the creator and owner of the popular fake news organization Infowars, has been spreading his rambunctiously-delivered style of fake news in some form or another for over 20 years. Starting in public access television and radio in the late 1990s, evidence of Jones’ trademark outbursts and publicity stunts are available online in a variety of different forms. Jones has somehow managed to keep people talking about him for decades, and is one of the biggest names in conspiracy theorist circles even after all these years. More impressive than his longevity, however, is how Jones has managed to keep his platform afloat and financially secure in a time when long-standing media organizations are struggling with methods of raising revenue in the age of the Internet. Currently, the effects the internet has had on the news industry cannot be overlooked. Time Inc. recently cut down on the amount of issues…

If I had to use one word to describe metal music as a whole, it would probably be “powerful.” Genres within the giant heavy-metal umbrella like power metal, thrash metal, death metal, etc. are all based around very simple questions like “how epic can we get,” “how fast can we go” or “how brutal can we be”- how many notes should go into a guitar solo and just how high should the vocals go are very important to consider when your band’s presentation relies on being as extreme as humanly possible. Though this might be the standard for most metal music, our topic for today subverts these stereotypes for a totally different kind of style and feel. I’ve heard listening to black metal described as “walking through a snowstorm” or “entering another world” because of the effects that this droning type of sound has on the listener; it’s very easy…

The sight of faded tie-dye, the aroma of stale weed, the sticky and repugnant feeling of vomit and forgotten acid tabs sticking to your feet; one wouldn’t normally associate these specific physical sensations with a dead country, but the situation at hand makes it strangely appropriate. GratefulDates is one of those sites that just pops up along the side of the ol’ social media road, oversized backpack and sunny disposition in hand as they beg you for a ride to the next town over, while you ponder the likelihood of getting stabbed to death over a good deed. My response to the situation, as it is for most situations, was “sure, let’s see how much fun I can have.” When it comes to these kinds of situations, like signing up for a dating website designed to specifically gear towards fans of The Grateful Dead, Phish and other miscellaneous jam bands,…

Neil Simon, Neil Simon, Neil Simon… no matter how many times I hear that name all I seem to get is “Paul Simon.” It’s like hearing folks talk about Brian Williams and realizing you’re wondering “what the Beach Boys guy could’ve possibly done from beyond the grave that could tick off so many people.” Once you (and by “you” I mean “I”) eventually realize that the two aren’t the same and are actually very different people with very differing skill sets, you (again, “you” meaning “I”) can recognize the former Simon for what he is: an award-winning play and screenwriter. Simon has won Tonys, Pulitzers, Golden Globes—guys’ at least as famous as Machu Picchu (apparently). Rumors, written by Simon and put on by SBU’s Pocket Theatre, is a story based on lack of communication, and more specifically it’s the story of how a bunch of out-of-touch rich folk spend an…

Do you like Streetlight Manifesto? I like Streetlight Manifesto. Do you like having fun? I like having fun. If you like either of these things or any of their possible derivative combinations and you DIDN’T go see Streetlight Manifesto this past Monday, then I have news for you: You fucked up. Oh brother, you fucked up sooooooooo bad. Just take a look at this guy. Groovy, right? Shoulda been there, bro. Or these fine folk, just bodacious in nature. You’d know if you were there, bro. Or these handsome fellows, just crunk-funkin’ those tubulars. Dude, shoulda been there, bro. And this guy? Bro, he just KNOWS, bro. If you look closely you can see staff writer James Grottola just all-out vibin’ on formidable gaseous fun. I bet you could squeeze all the sweat offa these guys and pour it in a cup and you still wouldn’t get the amount of dubious incredibad…

How could fake politics be more interesting than real politics? If you take away the stakes (your representation in Washington, chances that your votes and opinions might mean something, etc.) then all you have left in front of you is a couple of old guys babbling on and on and on about things that they might have very strong opinions on, but won’t or can’t do anything about. This fake debate staged by our local journalism department might have just been babbling old people, but I actually got into what those babbling folks were saying; I could get behind some of Dean Miller’s statements, while Jonathon Sanders made me double-take a few times even while arguing against something I think I stand pretty strongly for. But as entertaining as these two were, their words don’t have any impact regarding decision-making in our country. Maybe I just can’t get into the…