Gainesville is the cradle of startup bands. As new bands pop up left and right, there inevitably comes a point, at which they must drift on. After the diplomas have been handed, the career pressures start to pile on, bands are left with three choices: stay put, break up or leave the nest.
It is the year of open-mindedness. We have a black president, and there's a good chance we'll have our first Hispanic Supreme Court judge. States are falling to gay marriage faster than the value of the American dollar. And the number one selling genre of music in our modern times is country.
While the CD bows out to digital music in terms of convenience, vinyl records are making a comeback nationwide with listeners who want more than a sound file.
T13C! is a band on a mission.
It's 15 minutes until midnight on a Saturday. The bouncer sits at the entrance to Spannk, wrapping neon green bands around clubbers' wrists. As they enter the bar, green and red beams of light dance through the thick smoke from the fog machine like laser confetti.
Music and film don't always synch up. While some try to hard to push the entertainment factor with forced tour bus orgies and unlimited profanity, others come up dry. But among the failed attempts, some music-related films mesh both genres of entertainment in perfect harmony.
It's practically a scientific fact that women have a sexual fascination with musicians.
BRANDT WILLIAMSON, Avenue Writer
New York City styles the world. As home to the most notable fashion design academies, an extraordinary talent base, and Seventh "Fashion" Avenue, its style is unparalleled.
There are some people who strive for greatness. Ken Edwards, of England, ate 36 cockroaches in one minute. Jackie Bibby, "The Texas Snake Man," sat in a bathtub with 87 rattlesnakes. Director Jon Russell Cring shot 12 movies in 20 months with equipment his wife won in a student filmmaking contest.
Joshua Lyon became addicted to prescription drugs when he was introduced to Vicodin as part of an assignment for Jane magazine.
When I was in the fifth grade, my teacher introduced a new weekly competition called "Student of the Week." Every Friday afternoon she would saunter out from behind her desk, a freshly word-processed certificate in hand, and appoint one poor soul to a weeklong sentence of hatred from his or her peers.
No matter the time or setting there is a likely to be the sound of a phone buzzing or a screen being rapped on nearby.
Road rage truly brings out the worst in us. All it takes is a Buick to cut me off during rush hour for me to rethink my position on social security.
On Saturday it is time again to celebrate all that is the great U.S. But America's birthday party is bound to be smaller this year as small city budgets and low monetary contributions have led many cities to dwarf or even altogether cancel Independence Day celebrations.
With his eyes closed and guitar pick cradled loosely between his index finger and thumb, Tony Centurione stands on a white-lit stage, covering a song by the band he sports on his T-shirt.
Superman may be bulletproof, submarines may be waterproof, but Hollywood is recession proof.
A lot goes into picking the perfect wedding. One has to consider location, temperature, theme, guest list, and so on. And this isn't just the case for choosing The Wedding Dress, this is just for those fortunate souls that get invited to partake in the celebration.
Most would call a mass of people swaying to music in a tiny building with a broken air-conditioning system on a day where the heat index put the temperature at over 100 a circle of hell.
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