Anna Crowley

Dec 3, 2024 | georgetownvoice.com | Aubrey Butterfield |Anna Crowley |Michael Bergin |Maya Kominsky

On a chilly November night in Columbia Heights, inside the intimate venue, The Atlantis, electrifying energy was brewing for Odie Leigh—and when the Louisiana native took the stage, she doubled it. As anticipation for Leigh was brewing, opener Angela Autumn entranced the audience with delicate strings played live and mystical yet occasionally devastating lyrics of songs like “Waltz About Death” (2024), “Dancer” (2022), and her most recent release, “Sage Bundle” (2024).

Nov 26, 2024 | cherwell.org | Anna Crowley

Monday: reggae and dancehall. Tuesday: house and techno. Wednesday: garage, grime, and jungle. Thursday: UK hip hop. Friday: disco, funk, and soul. Although Oxford students nowadays would not even know what to do with such variety, this exciting nightlife was the reality just ten years ago.

Nov 21, 2024 | isismagazine.org.uk | Anna Crowley

This year’s annual United Nations climate change summit, COP29, has been hosted in Baku, Azerbaijan. But with its economy’s reliance on oil and gas, its crackdown on civil society, including eco-activists, and its ethnic cleansing of the Armenians in the Artsakh region, Azerbaijan’s hosting of COP29 seems to be a blatant and deadly case of greenwashing.

Nov 22, 2023 | georgetownvoice.com | Eddy Binford-Ross |Cole Kindiger |Anna Crowley |Claire Goldberg

The Anthem was unusually quiet on the evening of Oct. 17. In a matter of minutes, the Loveloud music festival would begin, and icons like Victoria Monet, Dan Reynolds of Imagine Dragons, and Tyler Glen of Neon Trees would take the stage. But the venue wasn’t humming with the anticipation typical of most festivals; the crowd milled around the open space, muttering and periodically glancing at the unlit stage.

Oct 11, 2023 | georgetownvoice.com | Mia Boykin |Chris Almeida |Adora Adeyemi |Anna Crowley

Walking into the Black Cat felt like a hug. After visiting on dozens of occasions over two years of living in D.C., the black and red checkerboard dance floor has been forever trapped in my memory. From pop-punk dance parties to local bands to sold-out shows, this venue has welcomed me with open arms since my freshman fall. But today, I had no idea what to expect. Frankie and the Witch Fingers and Wine Lips had both crossed my playlists in the past but had never become a staple in my rotation.