It/s 3 a.m., you/re piss-drunk, out of breath, rolling among sweat-stained sheets and incapable of sleep. No, you/re not in the thrusts of a one-night stand; you/re dealing with heartbreak after being served a monogamist/s worst fear: the breakup.
The first 10 minutes of Bruno, featuring an outrageous and distasteful anal sex scene, is a straight kick to the balls. And no, the rest of the movie isn't about to pull any punches either.
The pages of Elle, my favorite fashion magazine, were one of the last places I'd expect to find a flashback to my middle-school days.
There might be a backup at confessional come Sunday, due to The Network Promotions Sin-City-style pool party Saturday.
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.
You might know him as the frontman for The Starting Line, but Gainesville is about to get a new picture of Kenneth Vasoli.
If you do anything this summer, go to a music festival. The summer's music festivals are kicking off soon, and they are competing to have the biggest little bands, host the greenest event and to all in all be the one festival that will be worth your time and money. Who will win this winner-take-all fight? No one knows yet, but these shows are sure to be the most blogged and bragged about events of the summer.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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