Spotify Wrapped and Radio Wrapped on the same day??? We aim to please. To round off 2024 with a bang, our Digital Press Department asked UCLA Radio members across all departments for their top albums of the year. The results came in and, boy, do we have things to say. Now it’s your turn to…
Photographs by Oli McCormack.
I was high and catatonic on a summer evening, flat on my back in a cramped and overpopulated apartment on the corner of Pico and Sepulveda. The windows of my bedroom were coated with an orange glow, from the farewell shouts of a sun that I had ignored for countless months. It was 2021 and…
There are two kinds of film festivals out there. In one camp there is Cannes, Toronto, Venice, and Berlin. These are largely corporate sponsored galas—competitions even—where the aim is for Hollywood studios or multinational financiers to gain clout and distribution. They give out gold stars like the Palm d’Or and the Golden Bear. It’s not…
Photos by Kayla Hayashi There was something out of place that night. Los Angeles was unseasonably cold. A light rain had drizzled over the city a few hours before. It must have been just strong enough to wash all the Los Angeles off Los Angeles. Kayla and I are UCLA students, so we are both…
Dear A, It’s been over a week since I last saw you. As you know, with spring break and all, I decided to ditch town and made my way to Chicago to visit family. It was a sweet and miserable time, but mostly I missed being around you. When my flight was delayed, I knew…
It’s easy to be charmed by Say She She. I was out on a walk around my neighborhood in Mid City with KCRW on my headphones, to take in the sunshine all while I avoided the geology textbook on my desk, when I first listened to “Prism.” The titular track from their debut reeks of…
Photos taken by Luna Seng-Lay In the middle of Koreatown, boxed inside the neon lights of The Wiltern, we waited on a carpeted floor between a pair of ornate art deco walls with gold details and a purple glow. A bouquet of bucket hats, bandanas, and overgrown hair swerved and bobbed while a murmured chorus…