The Vans Warped Tour is the largest traveling punk rock festival in America. Founded by Kevin Lyman in 1994, Warped Tour has grown massively and now features bands from a variety of genres playing all across America.
It was a show with no script, no costumes and no props.
Some of us had to look in through the wide window from Northwest Second Street. Most of us were covered in sweat and cheap beer. We were all singing along.
Rum. Australians overthrew their government for it. The Royal Navy got a daily ration of it until 1970. George Washington demanded it at his 1789 inauguration. Although it’s been around for 100 years, we still drink it like there’s no tomorrow.
Rarely is a man so great that even the legends written about him fail to truly capture the magnificence of his existence. This is one of those situations. This is an especially unique case, however, because the great man I am writing about is not a man. Readers, put on your monocles and be seated in your favorite fireside chair, for I shall chronicle the life and times of my cat, Boots.
The hot dog on my plate frightened me. But as I sat at Gator Dawgs on West University Avenue armed with a half gallon of milk, a loaf of bread and a box of Kleenex, I knew it was too late to back out. I was about to eat a Ghost Chili Dawg, topped with sauce from the bhut jolokia, known as the ghost pepper, the hottest in the world.
In a quarter swarming with high-profile sequels like “Red Dead Redemption” and “Super Mario Galaxy 2”, it may have been easy to overlook an original game for something flashy, familiar and safe. To overlook “Alan Wake,” however, is a fool’s mistake that should be rectified immediately.
When Mike Strother was a kid growing up in the 60s, he wanted to be so many things. He liked science. He pictured himself as a biologist, a chemist, an astronomer and finally an astronaut.
On stage at The Laboratory, Tom Miller, clad in a red button-up shirt, hunches over his typewriter, his face hidden behind his sunglasses and a frayed straw hat.
I knew this was coming for years. My parents decided to sell the house so they could live closer to the water and their boat (I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to drink and fish all day with minimal planning and effort?). Once I realized this, every time I came home I acted like it could potentially be the last time I see my house or my hometown of Miami.
Alachua County officials turned soil and heads on Saturday at the Alachua County Administration Building.
DJ-party madness was in full effect July 5, as Gainesville celebrated the Fourth a day late with electro-droppin’, champagne-poppin’ Steve Aoki.
Bob Sylvester’s workplace feels a little bit more like a garage project than a brewery. Despite its storage-unit looks, Tarpon Springs-based Saint Somewhere Brewery has developed a reputation throughout the 20 states to which it is distributed as a brewer of high-quality, Belgian-style beer.
By day, Adrienne Filardo, 22, works as a grant assistant in the UF Department of Neurosurgery. On a typical day of work, she wears a cardigan, skirt and pantyhose – looking “as June Cleaver as possible,” she said. But three nights a week, donning fishnet stockings, short shorts and a thick layer of purple eye shadow, she is Rage-rienne, the roller derby girl, acting as a blocker for her team, the Gainesville Roller Rebels.
Kicking off in Colombia and now making it all the way to Gainesville, Zumba is sweeping the nation off its feet (literally) one dance class at a time.
What's it like to be Joey Pants?
No, "Troll 2" has nothing to do with "Troll 1." No, this is not the best movie you will ever see. It is simply the best worst movie.
It's about to become even easier to find porn online.
Gainesville has an array of bars and clubs, but few are as unpretentious and laid-back as the new Palomino Pool Hall downtown.
In the Summer heat, men's fashion can sometimes take a backseat to staying cool, but it doesn't have to be that way.
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