Being the opening act for Dave Matthews is an accomplishment and honor in itself. Having Matthews introduce your band each night as "the greatest band in the world," however, is something else. Only one band can claim this endorsement from such an enormous musician: Soulive.
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For the past half-century, J.D. Salinger's novel The Catcher in the Rye has been the definitive coming-of-age story by which all others in American literature are judged.
At the end of the bar, on the wall next to perhaps the oldest pair of ruby red slippers in Buffalo, reads the sign, "There's no place like home."
In an effort to expand its operations and provide more community and outreach programs, UB's Center for the Arts has recently added three new staff members to its employment roster.
For the first time ever, UB students have the opportunity to participate in a study abroad program in Africa. The proposed program will take students to the University of Western Cape (UWC) in Cape Town, South Africa, from May 20 to June 14 this summer.
On Friday afternoon, a few men sipped whiskey at the quiet bar. At 6 p.m. local blues/rock band American Buffalo was playing to a largely college crowd speckled with professionals.
Tommy Lee can't utter a sentence without using it. Aerosmith had a hit song using it and Nickelodeon had a hit TV show with it. It has become a fixture of American culture and language appearing in all forms of media. Everyone has said it once or twice, no matter who you are, or what your age is - "dude."
If it were up to groundbreaking American poet Robert Creeley, the Albright-Knox Art Gallery's current exhibition, The Tumultuous Fifties: A View from the New York Times Photo Archives, might have had a different name.
Searching through the cupboards of my apartment this morning, looking for some edible form of breakfast, I came upon an out-dated can of tomato soup my grandmother gave me this past summer. I couldn't help but remember the day she gave it to me. I had been assigned to the Lackawanna Post Office branch, 10 minutes from her house.