The Inaugural Hudson Music Project: Big Sounds, Big Lights, and a Bigger Storm

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Hudson or Mudson?

The three day music festival hosted at Winston Farm, the same 800 acre property as Woodstock ’94, was an experience defined by big sound, big lights and a huge storm.  Organized by MCP Presents and SFX Entertainment, The Hudson Project started out strong with the first of the 20,000 attendees arriving late on Thursday in high spirits.  Concertgoers flooded into the grounds throughout Thursday evening, creativity rampant among the campsites as the tent cities that had popped up overnight fostered a strong sense of community. When Friday morning rolled around, the festival was in full swing.

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Black Moth Super Rainbow and the Casket Girls- A Concert Review

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Pounding the books too hard can crush even the biggest social butterfly back into its hermit cocoon. After a few months of an 18-credit semester, that was me. My usual appetite for fun turned into a mission to get weird. Luckily the stars aligned and the Black Moth Super Rainbow (BMSR) show at U Street Music Hall answered my freaky prayers.

The opening act did not disappoint my urge for the insane. Hailing from Savannah, Georgia, out came the Casket Girls in blonde wigs and bug-eye glasses. The two girls had vomited up early 2000s Paris Hilton tabloid culture all over themselves and it was cool. They did their best plastic ballerina impressions decked out in masks and black gloves. Someone behind me thought they looked like failed California porn stars, and they were spot-on. Listening to them jam out, whisper into the mic, and boogey down to a dance number, I couldn’t help but feel massively ironic. Their music fluctuated from “meh” to slightly above mediocre as quickly as these head banging barbies could twirl each other. At least their art performance piece was beginning to quench my weird thirst.

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