This Friday, Gainesville is getting a dose of one of Asheville, N.C.’s most up-and-coming rock forces, Papadosio, who have dedicated themselves to reinventing the jam band.
Come Friday, Gainesville will be flooded with out-of-towners from all over the world who come to take part in the famous Fest. But let us not forget that Gainesville owes its ability to host a huge indie festival due to its own healthy and vibrant local music culture. Ready to go local? Here are three Gainesville-bred acts you can’t miss at the Fest.
Let's take a trip down music's memory lane, back to a time when there was no such thing as Auto-Tune or "Glee" or Ke$ha. We had our one-hit wonders (anyone heard from Haddaway lately?) and our boy bands that produced a few albums then disappeared (B2K ring a bell?).
Dear Jared,
Editor’s Note: This humor poem was inspired by Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”
If you’re downtown any time between Friday and Sunday, you’ll probably notice an influx of 15-passenger vans, Paul Bunyan beards, bicycle traffic and Pabst Blue Ribbon beer cans on the side of the road.
Each Thursday, the Avenue is serving up the best in entertainment, pop culture and everything in between. From the big screen to the radio waves, check out this week’s picks.
All is still and quiet at Rogers Farm but for a faint breeze and the soft, muffled clucks of a few chickens behind barbed wire.
Sure, you’ve been going buck wild in all of autumn’s glory: breathing in sweet smells of cinnamon, indulging in candy corn, busting out the pumpkin spice candles. You may think you’ve got the fall feel down, but does your wardrobe?
If you’ve ever wandered around the student ghetto post-midnight — or shopped at the Oaks Mall — you know that Gainesville can be creepy. Really creepy.
We’re not in denial: We know we’re a little past our trick-or-treating prime. We know we can no longer strap on a pair of rabbit ears and faux-furball tail without being called a few choice words. We know we’re not getting any candy this year unless we march our non-bunny-costumed selves over to Walgreens (most likely on Nov. 1, when all that cavity-causing goodness goes on sale).
There’s a specific image that comes to mind when you picture a belly dancer: beaded bras, jingling coin skirts and perfectly toned stomachs.
The people behind some of Gainesville’s biggest parties have more on their minds than just having a good time.
Each Thursday, the Avenue is serving up the best in entertainment, pop culture and everything in between. From the big screen to the radio waves, check out this week’s picks.
He’s got the face of an innocent angel, the voice of a pre-pubescent Backstreet Boy and a mane that shimmers like heaven’s rising sun. Yet, lusting after him feels like the filthiest of sins.
Dear Jared,
We won’t make you wait for the leaves to change colors to celebrate all the autumn season has to offer. And that’s more than just candy corn and witch-shaped lollipops — no offense, Halloween.
What do O.A.R, the Steve Miller Band and Lynyrd Skynyrd have in common? If you said that none of them have been relevant for more than a decade, you're only partially right. They were also the last three headliners for Gator Growl. You'd think that the world's largest pep rally would have a little more to offer than bands so dull even your dad would be embarrassed to be caught listening to them.
Each Thursday, the Avenue is serving up the best in entertainment, pop culture and everything in between. From the big screen to the radio waves, check out this week’s picks.
Solutions by The State News
