Initial reaction to blockbuster Luka Doncic-Anthony Davis trade

What the hell is going on with the NBA? In the early minutes of February 2nd, the Dallas Mavericks traded Luka Doncic to the Los Angeles Lakers for Anthony Davis. I was playing Xbox when I saw the Twitter notification and immediately stopped what I was doing. It had to be fake. Shams Charania – a sports broadcaster who breaks major NBA stories – must have gotten hacked or received wrong information about a trade. But no, the tweet I saw was real and this trade really did happen. 
We made blackout poetry with your college essays

We made blackout poetry with your college essays

Since high schoolers nation wide are making their customary announcement Instagram posts, we thought it'd be a good time to revisit application essays from GW students. We wanted to turn our pain into art, to honor the parts of ourselves we cut out just to get in. WARNING: Shit gets deep.

Preview: Jessica Lea Mayfield @ Songbyrd 1/27

Jessica Lea Mayfield’s music is marked by her soft vocals and overwhelming guitar. Tracks off her fantastic 2014 album, Make My Head Sing…, find her voice layered with big, raucous guitar solos, making up her distinct rock sound. She’s not afraid to be loud or honest, and her music is all the better from it. Get tickets to her Songbyrd show on Monday, Jan. 27 here. 
Local bands have a ball at Mosh Madness

Local bands have a ball at Mosh Madness

I spent the Saturday before starting my last semester of college watching a bunch of out of shape local musicians play basketball in a church gym in Takoma, MD. It was the first ever Mosh Madness, a half-court single elimination tournament organized by Ian Donaldson and Reid Williams of Dorinda. Fourteen bands competed while five bands (three of who also balled) – Flowerbomb, Pretty Bitter, Massie, Pinky Lemon and Spring Silver – played sets during the matches. The event raised over $2,600 for the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund. Flooded in stale lighting, the smell of sweat growing exponentially worse each hour, you could barely hear conversation because the acoustics of the room weren’t prepared to host some of the DMV’s best and loudest. After whining through a semester abroad with no real live music, this was the perfect scene homecoming.