Arts & Entertainment



Loyal Sidekick: St. Augustine’s newest local talent

By Eliza Jordan | ejordan@flagler.edu

Ryan Souder, 24, is most creative before his head hits the pillow, and this is only a plus to St. Augustine’s local band, Loyal Sidekick.

Born and raised in Charlottesville, Va., Souder spent most of his childhood outdoors. But this active lifestyle never stopped his drive at the age of 12 to start playing guitar.

“I’ve always wanted to be a musician,” said Souder, after explaining that he originally was influenced by the band Korn, but is now mostly inspired by older bands such as Aerosmith, Lynrd Skynrd, and the technical prowess of Coheed and Cambria.


Local haunt embodies gore, terror, lots of love

By Alex Bonus
Dried blood spatters the face and arms of 9-year-old Lydia Uhlar.

A jagged scar rips across her cheeks and lips, molding her mild grimace into a gruesome smile.  While red droplets trickle off her purple dress — tattered and torn — Uhlar’s demeanor turns serious.

“Be careful of my shoes,” she said, trying to keep her blue Converse sneakers clear of stains.  “This is the pair I wear to school.”

Fortunately, Uhlar’s wounds are artificial.  The blood is just red paint and her scars will wash off in a few hours.



Blackwater Music Festival 2011: Fest Life

By Eliza Jordan | gargoyle@flagler.edu

The Suwannee Park air was thick with a festival fog as people made their way through the muggy campsites. Bustles of festival-goers traveled in lit-up packs, decked out in glow sticks and head-dresses, gravitating toward the music of their choice. Whichever tune drew you near, you went. Whichever stage you felt like sitting at, dancing at, being apart of, you went.


Drumming Away the Monday Blues

By {Joshua Santos} | gargoyle@flagler.edu

Mondays. To some it means chugging lots of coffee and dreading another week of school and work. For freshman TJ Kennedy, however, Mondays mean getting out of class around noon, dragging his drum kit — consisting of four toms, a snare, a bass drum, a cowbell, three cymbals and a high hat — from the third floor of Lewis House and rocking out on the West Lawn.




Feeling the heat with Bikram yoga

By Lauren DeGeorge | gargoyle@flagler.edu

As I walk into the room, or the “torture chamber” as some refer to it, the heat immediately envelops me. I search for an open spot among the other people. I need to face myself in the mirror. Class begins. It is 105 degrees. The sweating starts. In just one posture I am perspiring. More than in any other work-out. After the “standing series” I am out of breath. I have barely any energy left. But on it goes. For 90 minutes. When the teacher calls an end to it, I am tired, smelly and sweaty. I wished it wasn’t over.