Call me an elitist, but part of what I love about Magic Man is that they’re a band very few people know. I realize that in writing a recommendation for them, this is a breach in the system, but they’re so good that it’s worth sharing the wealth. Magic Man is a band comprised of two amazing individuals who, in the true modern form, produce somewhat unclassifiable music — a mix of indie, lo-fi, pop and electronica, according to the duo, Sam Lee and Alex Caplow.
Their music is a paradox: simultaneously easy to listen to and deeply complex. The layers in the band’s songs are immense, so that every play elicits a completely different response and exposes new sounds that I swear weren’t there the last time I listened. At the same time, however, I can easily turn them on and let the music wash over me; it’s neither distracting nor overwhelming, and their album, “Real Life Color,” has at least one track fit for any mood you might be in. I can firmly say that I can’t recommend Magic Man to fans of other specific bands because Magic Man, in all their brilliance, sounds like no other music I’ve ever heard. I first heard of the group because I went to high school with its members in Newton, Mass., and I do take some pride in that, even though, as a non-member, I rightfully shouldn’t. It’s been a pleasure watching such skill escalate beyond talent shows and into national tours and the release of a full album. The only thing Magic Man could do to improve would be to make a second album already; they’re too good to stop at one. “Real Life Color” can be downloaded for free at

Sklar is a member of the class of 2014.

The village on the other side of the Pacific

It is a dream to let the love rooted in my heart, from the people I cherish and the land I belong to, grow prosperously. 

Tales from Middle School: Gay panic at the mambo

She was gorgeous. She had short black hair, a short black dress, and was way out of my league. And what she did next baffles me to this day.

The best routine is the one you stick to

But even as we run from our past selves, we fall short once we realize the finish line is beyond years away, and our rushed pace is nothing but a one-way ticket to burnout.