Rogue Wave lead singer Zach Rogue slipped two discs in his neck and cannot perform.

Listening to yet another album by a band that has long stagnated can only torture the soul. Fortunately for us, the Kings of Leon reaches new realms of creativity in “Only By The Night,” its latest release.

With the release of Jack’s Mannequin’s second album, “The Glass Passenger,” Andrew McMahon proves he still has the talent for the type of writing raw, emotional lyrics that propelled his former band, Something Corporate, into piano-rock fame.

Piano-rocker Ben Folds throws the romantic catastrophe under the microscope in his third solo release “Way to Normal.”

The kingdom is secure: T.I.’s new album, “Paper Trail,” delivers. Although not his best album, or the most inspired recent hip-hop release, what “Paper Trail” lacks it makes up in consistency.

In my hall closet, tucked behind old stuffed animals, winter blankets and family relics of the past, stand stacks of VHS tapes — my own personal Disney vault — the most beloved being a very worn copy of “Beauty and the Beast.” Inside the cover, my name is haphazardly scrawled in kindergarten handwriting. It’s the first film I saw in theaters, and the panoramic view of Belle and the Beast gliding effortlessly across the ballroom is as captivating now as it was then.

I was scouring the internet for information on entering the back door. (Sex tip: Never be ashamed to admit when you’re in over your head. Swem can be a sexcellent resource.) In addition to numerous medical and how-to sites, I pulled up some porn. Specifically, a site now near and dear to my heart, deepasses.net. I spent about 15 minutes perusing the hundreds of pictures of cumshots, double penetrations, anal beads, grimacing faces and anuses spread to the point of ridiculousness. Enthralling as all that was, I admit that I got a little bored. I was about to click away and learn about the health aspects of driving the Hershey highway, when I saw two women that I recognized.

More than a month ago, I was sitting in a circle on the hot grass outside Dupont Hall with the other Dupont third east girls, waiting for my turn to tell everyone my name, where I came from and what I was interested in studying here at the College of William and Mary. Three girls down, I heard someone say, “pre-med.” Next, “biology.” My roommate replied with, “international politics.” And then, it was my turn: “Zoe Speas, central Virginia, and I’m, uh … well, I’m undecided.”

Seated at her desk in a small office in James Blair Hall, surrounded by coloring book pictures rendered by her young nieces and nephews, professor Elizabeth Schroeder grinned buoyantly when she began to explain her freshman seminar offered this semester.

Beginning Thursday, William and Mary Theatre will hit the year off with “Damn Yankees,” a musical comedy.