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Good news for all of you who are 1) somewhat hiphop-inclined, and 2) looking for some hope to keep you afloat in these trying pre-Dean’s Date times. Madlib, one of the finest producers alive, will be performing at Terrace on Tuesday night.  A Madlib beat is an odd specimen, radiating the hazy warmth of vinyl, constantly teetering on the verge of a groove before twitching and fracturing and meandering away to explore some other musical thought. He often eschews the typical hook-verse-hook template in favor of weirder, looser song structures, all the while sampling voraciously and multiculturally. Sometimes he raps, too. Maybe we’ll hear some of that at Terrace, but his beats alone will be more than enough to satisfy. Maddeningly prolific, he’s dropped tape after tape of instrumentals (see especially his jazz-inflected stuff), but he might be best known for his collaborations with rappers. Most recently with Freddie Gibbs, most mainstreamly with Mos Def, and probably best of all with MF Doom — their brainchild, Madvillainy, ranks among the top rap records of the last decade, and every time my stomach sinks with the dread of Tuesday 5 PM I just think about prospect of hearing some of those beats live. Hear the flute loop on this song and know that everything will be okay:

Opening acts Shigeto and Dabyre are sure to impress as well. Terrace sets are hard to predict, but I can’t imagine Madlib himself will go on anytime before 12:40 or so. Go listen.

TERRACE PRESIDENT RICARDO LOPEZ IS FOND OF ROBO, HAS A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP WITH LUCIFER, HARBORS HUGE FEAR OF ANDRE THE GIANT

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Name: Ricardo López
Hometown: Escondido, CA
Major: Spanish Literature
Club and Residential College Affiliation: Terrace F. Club; Mathey College

What are you doing this summer?
I’m in Buenos Aires, interning for UNESCO at a center for the promotion of culture and literary research, and also traveling a bit within my surroundings.

Who’s your favorite Princetonian, living or dead, real or fictional?
Antonio Calvo is my favorite Princetonian.

What’s the best meal you’ve eaten in Princeton?
For Lawnparties our chef, Olin Noren, and his friends once roasted an entire pig until the love was capable of melting in one’s mouth in perfect, exquisite bliss.

In one sentence, what do you actually do all day?
I actually just listen to The Strokes and The Beatles, read, enjoy time with friends, and go about my responsibilities mindful that FOOD=LOVE.

Favorite spot in Terrace?
Within the same vertical space, the terrace itself and the solarium.

What club did you think you’d be in as a freshman and why?
By November of freshman year I knew which club I’d join after I learned three important things: Terrace is your mother, Terrace is the best, and Terrace has the Jazzy lifestyle.

What is your greatest guilty pleasure?
My greatest guilty pleasure is Lucifer.

If you could change one thing about Princeton, what would it be?
With the health and safety of students in mind, I’d reinstate our previous emergency response system regarding calls from outside of Princeton’s “nucleus”; e.g., the places where the majority of upperclassmen happen to have their meals.

What’s hanging above your desk and/or bed?
Nothing, I have windows over both.

What is your biggest fear?
André the Giant and his posse, for many reasons.

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O, Lawnparties. For the Street-going masses, it’s been something of a marathon weekend, but provided you get to Sunday in one piece (and with liver intact), you’ll enjoy some solid tunes on Prospect Avenue. You’ve got your usual slew of heinous cover bands, but there are also few gems. Here are the acts to keep an eye on.

Here is the first Google result for Lawnparties.

Here is the first Google result for "Lawnparties"

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184937_10150091845959007_566649006_6197873_3063970_nIt’s a huge week for arts events: with three plays, big choral concerts, great bands at Terrace, and more, there’s something for everyone.  Celebrate the countdown to spring break (only two weeks to go! we’re in the home stretch!) with one of these gems:
  • It’s a banner weekend for student-run theater on campus, with two shows opening tonight: Amy Gobel’s Much Ado About Nothing with the Princeton Shakespeare Company and Francesca Furchgott’s Carousel with the Princeton University Players.  Both play this Thursday-Saturday at 8pm (with a 2pm matinee on Saturday for Much Ado), and both will continue performances next weekend; tickets are $8, student events eligible. Much Ado is in the Whitman Theatre, while Carousel is in Frist (the theater’s up on the third floor). Also up this weekend: Sarah Hedgecock’s Recent Tragic Events has its final four performances in Theatre Intime, tickets $8.
  • Terrace has a really great lineup this weekend, with performances by Shigeto and Junk Culture on Thursday and Javelin, a Pitchfork favorite, on Saturday.  Get in early to snag a good spot! Performances usually start at about midnight.
  • For an awesome, and unusual, vocal event, check out Chapel Choir’s performance with jazz quartet and strings of Ike Sturm’s Jazz Mass this Friday at 8pm in the Chapel. Admission is free.
  • Fuzzy Dice’s annual improv show is an ideal way to blow off steam this Friday after a long week: 11pm in Theatre Intime, tickets at the door.
  • It’s senior recital season over in the Music department, and if you missed Meghan Todt’s excellent violin recital last Saturday of if you just can’t get enough of solo violin pieces), check out Megan McPhee at 8pm in Taplin Auditorium this Saturday. She’ll be performing pieces by Beethoven, Brahms and Sarasate. Free.
  • There’s choral music galore this weekend: if you can’t hit up Chapel Choir on Friday night, definitely try the Glee Club concert at 2pm on Sunday in Richardson Auditorium. They have a really innovative lineup of pieces, all written by Estonian composers (there’s something you don’t see every day, event on Princeton’s campus!).  Student tickets $5.

[Ed. note: An earlier version of this post stated Terrace shows begin around 10PM; since that pretty much almost never happens, it's been corrected to midnight.]

The scene: Wednesday, 12:30 pm, outside of Frist.

The crimes: Assaulting passerby’s with ‘toilet paper,’ false advertising, and generating general mayhem.

The perpetrator: Chou Chou ’13

Your not-so-friendly neighborhood TP distributor

Your not-so-friendly neighborhood TP distributor

People mingling outside of Frist on Wednesday were surprised when one student began setting up his table just under the North arches, arranging a display of rolled up paper pyramid-style. He began chucking the paper at bystanders, yelling, “Free toilet paper! You look like you want some free toilet paper!” And, off to the side, “Sir, madam, may I interest you in some toilet paper?”

When asked about his behavior, Chou explained, “The university is giving out free toilet paper! It’s double ply, just the way we want it!”

When pressed for more details, Chou glanced side to side, and muttered, “I can’t say that much. The people making me do this, well … let’s just say it starts with a ‘T’ and ends in an ‘-errace.’”

The perpetrator remained on scene for 30 minutes.

Experts believe the bizarre event was one of a series of pranks associated with eating club initiations; rumors abound of other students distributing Spanx and cigarettes throughout the week. Keep your eyes peeled for additional offerings happening today!

The piece de resistance? "Hey! Is that Daily Pr - ... could it be?!"

The pièce de résistance? "Hey! Is that Daily Pr - ... could it be?!"

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D'Amato wrote his latest album, "Down Wires," as a senior in his Princeton dorm room. (image source: myspace.com/anthonydamatomusic)

As finals weekend rears its ugly head, and we all devolve into a steady eat-study-crash schedule with a shower (rarely) thrown in for good measure, it’s hard to imagine doing anything remotely non-academic around here apart from the occasional party.  Like, I dunno, recording a surprise-hit indie album in your dorm room. Just to give a random example.

22-year-old Jersey-native Anthony D’Amato ’10, who wrote, recorded, mixed, and produced ‘Down Wires’ in his dorm room here last winter (in addition to singing lead vocals and playing guitar, bass, keyboards, banjo, mandolin, harmonica, and pedal steel) has been getting a some great press attention lately, including a “Writer of the Week” feature with American Songwriter back in November.   The English major was just featured this week in Paste Magazine’s “Getting To Know” column,which highlights “the best of what’s next” from up-and-coming indie artists.  Paste is also offering free downloads of his two-song single, “Songbirds.” Here’s hoping he does another concert over at Terrace before he gets too cool for us!

To read our 21 Qs with D’Amato from 2009, click here.

Another Lawnparties, another round of pastels, champagne, and cringe-worthy cover bands. To be fair, this fall’s cover band count is comfortably low (I spot only two), and in any case, no amount of tight pants and frizzed out wigs could rain on my parade once I heard that this guy was coming to town. And with that, I give the first inaugural Ink Stamp of Approval to…

Rjd2 will be performing at Terrace Club on Sunday. Née Ramble John Krohn — sometimes I wonder why a dude named “Ramble” ever needed a stage name — he is a master beatsmith who cobbles together some delicious instrumental hip-hop from the unlikeliest of samples. He’s nibbled on everything from Scooby-Doo theme songs to Elliott Smith to Steppenwolf and he’s weaved them into his own tunes. Oh, what’s that? You like Mad Men? You like that infectious Mad Men intro? That was his doing. Come out to Terrace at 2:00 and groove to the best Lawnparties act in recent memory.

Emilio Campos ’12 has a first name that sort of sounds like Mario. Therefore, it is only natural that he attire himself in Mario’s iconic red-and-blue duds and take to Frist Campus Center in a rolly-chair, armed with cardboard Koopa shells and banana peels. For the uninitiated, these are the trademark weapons of Mario Kart, the ever-popular Nintendo video game series.

On February 15th (evidently after embarking from an elevator full of poor unsuspecting older women), Campos and a friend rolled gleefully around Frist (with a megaphone, admittedly not part of the traditional Mario arsenal), squealing those classic squeals and blaring that classic soundtrack, lobbing peels and shells with giddy abandon. He did no less than three rounds and filled the room with (at best) smiles and (at worst) grimaces. I was there (see 1:38), I was smiling, and I bravely endured a shell to the face.

But why? Apparently all fresh new sophomore members of Terrace Club have to do some sort of “offering” to the club. I think he chose wisely.