Chelsea Paige


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The Fab Four

Few bands have had their music and legacy commercialized, merchandized, and downright exploited by money-snatching opportunists as the Beatles have. Sure, the Fab Four are undoubtedly one of the most... Read more

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Smooth opera-tors

I think I’m pretty tolerant when it comes to other people’s musical tastes. However, I refuse to credit purely Pavlovian responses of negativity and disdain, such as, “I like all... Read more

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Liberals for a strong, but intelligent, Republican party

The Republican party is in shambles, and I’m not happy about it—even though I’m an Obama supporter.

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The rock vixen

According to conventional wisdom, every girl says she wants a sensitive, smart, funny, sexy guy to call her own, but deep down what every girl really wants is a string... Read more

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All my loving

Time for a pop quiz: Which band released 12 studio albums in eight years, sold a total of 545 million records two years after breaking up in 1970, but have... Read more

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Vinyl is better

There’s no denying the economy is in the pits, so what should you do with that last wad of cash stashed in your underwear drawer? Invest in a turntable and... Read more

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Stratomaster

Some musicians refer to their guitar as an “axe.” I dislike that term because it implies a certain bluntness the instrument simply does not have. Sure, the guitar can produce... Read more

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America: the sum of her ideals, not her leaders

In preparation for the new administration, read the Constitution and Declaration of Independence again carefully, and keep those documents in mind as you follow the events of the next four years.

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Of sound mind

Nowadays new music genres pop up as frequently as Sarah Palin changed her clothes ON the campaign trail. (Gotta keep those pants suits crisp for charity, eh?) Out with the... Read more

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My Catholic catharsis

My name is Chelsea Paige and, until recently, I was scared of Christianity. For about one-third of the world's population, Jesus is numero uno. But for that largest of religious diasporas, the Jews of the New York metropolitan area (or the ones I know, at least), Jesus was altogether foreign-a vague, amorphous being who lay at the core of the religion which brought us the Crusades and the Inquisition. Oddly enough, my visceral reaction to Christ stemmed from silence rather than any anti-Christian propaganda: my teachers failed to mention him once during my fourteen years of Hebrew school.