more by Andrew Esposito
[INDIE] It’s the dawn of another autumn in Buffalo. For some of us, these first wafts of sweater weather awaken the slumbering dog of deepest feeling, breathing inspiration and new life into our warm blood.
[ROCK] Passing through the delicate landscape of communal psycho-spiritual transformation with a five man pair of guys like Ween is the same as mounting a thrashing buck during the peak of mating season, and whispering languidly into its ear, “may I have a ride home?” You may...
If you’ve just awoken from a 20 year long coma, finished wiping hospital crust from your eyes, and are now preparing to wander down to your favorite restaurant for a good meal and a cup of coffee; keep reading!
[EXPERIMENTAL] Hi, be quiet now and welcome! This is another edition of (your town here) tabloidic intrusion. If you haven’t already heard enough about the vast incumbent erection, feel free to flip back a page and check to see if anything has changed.
Buffalo’s greatest Louisianian stained glass artist, Chelsea Black, has been working tirelessly in preparation for the Infringement Festival.
Pry open the lid of any budding street-corner philosopher and they will tell you that there is a vast difference between the concepts of knowledge and understanding. Certain information is able to be passed along by way of language that, once consumed and processed becomes knowledge.