During my first semester, the only evidence I had of WUSB’s existence was the enigmatic, perpetually closed door to the vinyl library in room 229 of the Union. I spent my weekends wandering around campus in search of the best…
The dark room bathed in pools of blue, green and red lights adds an ambience that can be instantly related to an indie music venue; posters of past performances line one side of the mirrored walls, with an unclaimed section…