Real. Hard.

One Hundred Percent

The pigeons are silent. The jumps have been completed. All random characters have been met. There is nothing left for you Niko. Nothing left but to fly...

Classic

Buck Turgidson at his finest.

Freedom

Fit for a King

Here's a nice farewell piece on a band that has become one of my favorites: Slobberbone. I stumbled onto these fellas through Drive-By Truckers some time ago, and they have since maintained an iron-clad grip on a spot in the rotation. Vocalist Brent Best is a phenomenal songwriter with a gruff voice that serves to accentuate the heartbreak, sadness & wit of his lyrics. The band fluctuates between ballads and rockers with ease, scratching at your old wounds for six minutes, then forcing you to crank up the stereo for three. They managed to garner the respect of one Stephen King, who name drops them in his novel Black House. Give them a listen.





After four great albums, Slobberbone disbanded. Fortunately, Best went on to form The Drams. In '06 they released Jubilee Dive , which is definitely worth your time. Hopefully Brent Best & Co keep at it.

What's the time?

Say what's the time?
It's time to get...
Say, what's the time?
It's time to get...
Say, what's the fucking time?
It's Miller time!

Streets is Watchin'

There's a red house over...where?




Google street view hits Buffalo. Looks like the Google street team hit the Buffalo area some time last year. What an amazing and unsettling technological advancement.

Also note: anonymous blogger has replaced the man on the street. That's unfortunate.

Here's a nice shot of the Tonawanda Street mural. You can blow this up and make it your desktop wallpaper.

Summertime Muzak

Radio's Bulldog gives you his summer jams here. Bulldog's appreciation for Drive-By Truckers gives him instant credibility. Not familiar with the other two artists, but I'll give 'em a shot.

Murder

You can't make this stuff up. This story has Lifetime movie-of-the-week written all over it.

Scientology & The War on Drugs

He said he'd love me forever if I smoked crack with him. He lied.



This coke/limo part looks pretty bitchin'. Girl just needs to know her limit.



If you have to proclaim that your organization does NOT practice hypnosis, something isn't right.

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Now You're Playing With Power!

Righteous commentary on old-school Nintendo Power letters.