AKARI IBURI

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Ode to The Spectrum

This ode is to my peers who never give up. Who spend hours in the office; a fluorescent filled box, Eyes glued to computer screens next to piles of coffee cups, Focused and dedicated, working hard around the clocks. From late night antics with swinging baseball bats, To being there for each other when long days took their toll, I'm so thankful I was able to work with such talented writers. But I'm leaving The Spectrum, with all its good times and laughs I'll miss the energy, the work, the people, the trolls. I won't ever forget these days, and the people who have made my life brighter.

"Hip-hop, poetry, and an unshakable passion"

Digital Killed the Scratchy Vinyl Star

I have to admit; I have never owned a turntable, an 8-track tape player, a phonograph?or a horse and buggy. I'm a part of the digital generation.

No Shave November raises money for prostate cancer research

Skank Out to Buffalo's Local Ska Outfit The Steakouts

Tears For Oakland

[Tek-nol-uh-jee]

WANTED: Landlords on Lisbon

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NO H8