Author Archives: Zachary Fuhrer

Prakazrel Michel, better known as Pras, wrote most of his verses and hooks to The Fugees’ first album, “Blunted on Reality,” while a Yale freshman. In between philosophy and psychology courses, Pras was in session with Lauryn Hill and Wyclef Jean in New Jersey, laying down tracks and trying to keep up with his schoolwork. »

I fell in love this summer. It was the result not of a box of Russell Stover coconut chocolates, nor the arrival of Tori Amos’ new CD, but the projectile spray of an aerosol can of Nair for Men all over my chest. Some call it the third armpit; I call it the third eye »

Bulldog Days came and went, and we spent Bulldog Days ’09 reading, writing, whittlin’ and generally being miffed that DUH was out of the new glow-in-the-dark condoms. (Who’d want to choose abstinence when you can make your Dick Tao look like a light saber?) But now, after skimming through the Facebook groups of the ascendant »

Mondays were Strawberry Kiwi Kick; Thursdays, Berry Blue Blast; Fridays, undoubtedly Watermelon Meltdown. While other kids sat at lunch tables exchanging horoscopes and friendship bracelets, Joseph “Go-Gurt” Porter ’11 was cruising with a slightly chilled snack in his left hand and the weight of the world in his right. Porter’s classmates didn’t understand his desire »

Two songs into Ray LaMontagne’s set at the Shubert a chorus of audience members screamed “Free Bird! Play Free Bird!” Rarely have I been to a concert where at least one chant for that glorious piece of Southern rock was not barked. While LaMontagne often draws confusion from first listeners who assert that he “must »

On March 25, The Princeton Review released survey results ranking the “Top 10 Dream Colleges” according to college applicants and their parents. Among high schoolers, Yale was ranked No. 6, behind Stanford, Harvard, Columbia, Princeton and — sad but true — New York University. Just as the Yale Facilities freed a Lanman-Wright freshman from bedbugs, »

I’ve never understood the appeal of lo-fi recording techniques, except from a financial standpoint. Analog recording makes sense if you’re looking for the added warmth of an enhanced lower end. But recording to a shitty Tascam four-track in order to gain “authenticity” makes little sonic sense, given the way it clips vocals and distorts soundscapes. »

In order to evaluate Asher Roth’s “I Love College,” one must first break away from the suburban symphony that backs the rapper’s fairly straightforward lyrics. Now, with regards to inventiveness of verse and correlation between Asher Roth’s “College” and “Yale,” we can begin to assess what kind of value this jam holds for folks like »

As many a Yale upperclassman will tell you, sometimes it takes a freshman to make you realize things are just fine. They’re eager, they’re emotional, they’re drunk and they’re not that hairy. Freshmen make us look back and remember a time when we actually cared to explore the area outside of that place where we »

Kevin James and I have at least three things in common. First, we both graduated from Ward Melville High School in East Setauket, N.Y., repping Strong Island more than your average guido with a greasy fade and Timberlands. Second, we both are incapable of growing full beards. His lacks in the cheek department; mine in »

“Plasticities” was the anthem of a spring break ski trip in the Green Mountains. Blasting Andrew Bird while detouring through bumsfuckville in an Audi with my two best friends felt straight out of a rural-centered “Juno,” more about cow-tipping than teenage pregnancy. Yes, titling an album “Armchair Apocrypha” incites large-scale vomiting in the mouth, but »

The question of “choice” sparks the brilliant undergraduate production of Stephen Karam’s “Speech and Debate,” playing this weekend at Nick Chapel. Under the sprightly direction of Michael Leibenluft ’10, the decisions the three adolescent characters face regarding the exposure of a high school drama teacher’s potential pedophilia drive the audience’s questioning of character judgment and »