By Christina Drago, Co-Editor-in-Chief -

Before I knew what was happening, I became lost in routine: class, work, rinse, repeat. Music fell victim to the monotony of it all. I stopped spending hours at the record store looking for real albums with real album art that doesn’t fit into the tiny square my iPod gives it. I forgot to scour the uncountable number of blogs and MySpace pages for new artists. Worst of all, I completely neglected the love of my life — the live show. The two of us renewed our vows on Monday night in the front row of Paradise Rock Club. Yes, you were supposed to send a gift. I am now dedicating a portion of my time to making sure the fire of our love is never again reduced to a sad pile of embers. Continue Reading