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FIRST JAVA IS A JAM
Jumping Jiminy! Well if these past two weeks didn’t just get this hoity-doity college boy grooving again. Java made a loud impression on the student body, first opening up the new season with the band West End Blend. Originally West…
Variations on a Theme: Start Making Sense, One Last Java, and the Road to Nowhere
By, Joey Duggan
Well, we know where we’re going. Some of us do, anyway.
But we don’t know where we’ve been. Has it really been four years? Is it really possible that the Java house hasn’t collapsed yet?
And we know what we’re…
The Forecast Says It’s Funky from Here on Out
By, Joey Duggan
The bikes are back on the paths, the shorts and sundresses are flying off the racks, and the sun’s unpacking its bags: it's April, and the little Java flowers have started peeking their little heads through the topsoil.…
The Years Go by, but the Funk Isn’t Going Nowhere
Photo via University Communications
We have had some funky weather over the past few weeks, and I do not mean the freezing rain. Another kind of front has rolled back in: Java has been taking the New Year by storm.
The beans have been…
Billy’s Midsemester Java Happenings Recap
Photo via Will Mayer
Come forth, creatures of the night; lend me your eyes. To the raucous revivalists of revelry, I speak to you now. Avert your gaze from the security blotter, and let us take a moment to reflect. Few amongst St.…
After the Final Bows
Photo courtesy of Will Mayer'17
Whether it be the two feet offered by Java’s plywood or the twenty feet of an outdoor venue, the extra height of a stage has power over the impressionable minds of an audience. We crave stardom, and revel…
In Front of the Red Picket Fences: The Java Barn Blotter
Photo via St. Lawrence University
Here is a list of facts (declarative statements, what have you) concerning this past week at the Java Barn. There were two shows, Open Mic Night and Mister F:
•Two members of Mister F are brothers,…
Behind the Red Picket Fences: The Main Squeeze
Photo Via Flickr.com
Ketchup. That is the first thing that comes to mind when thinking of ways in which to use the word “squeeze.” That, or when I am trying to claim some couch space between Peter Griffin and Alanis Morissette. Squeeze…