• off the hill

    Crazy Cacophony

    a night at the providence honk festival

    November 6, 2013
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    Honk goes the trombone. Waaah goes the trumpet. Brrrrr-ap! goes the snare drum. Put it all together, add a dozen people in punk-inspired marching band uniforms, a bunch of girls jumping around in glittery makeup and spandex, and an octopus man covered in green fairy lights, and what do you get? The Providence Honk Festival. […]

    Ada Boy

    brent legault and his bookstore

    October 30, 2013
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    Brent Legault owns a bookstore on Westminster Street. That’s a thirty-minute walk from Brown’s campus, or a twenty-minute RIPTA ride. This is a world away for most Brown students. Brent is not a Brown student. He’s a middle-aged man; I don’t know how old, exactly, or where from. I never asked. It’s hard to imagine […]

    For the Love of Coffee

    exchanges at providence’s favorite coffee shop

    October 2, 2013
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    I must have consumed sixteen cups of coffee on my first day of work at the Coffee Exchange. From the moment I stepped into the building, people were offering me the stuff left and right: The manager’s not here yet, coffee while you wait? I’ll give you a tour, did you get some coffee? Here, […]

    Pigging Out on Comedy

    an improvised guide to providence

    October 2, 2013
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    It’s a Thursday night at the Southside Cultural Center, an old creaky building nestled between a McDonald’s and a gas station on Broad Street, half a mile west of College Hill. In other words, too far for most Brown students I know to venture. The Providence Improv Guild, or PIG as it’s more endearingly known, […]

    someday it’s going to disappear

    exposing the secrets of the providence zine scene

    April 25, 2013
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    LOOMINGS The first thing I learned about the Providence zine scene was that I should never, ever call it a “zine scene.” Kate Schapira, my nonfiction professor, told me this and then wrote down a list of names. I hadn’t expected her be so knowledgeable about Rhode Island zinesters (I probably shouldn’t use that word, […]