A love letter to her fans
It's hard to watch someone you admire suffer.
Last year, my favorite musician lost someone she loved and still became the general public’s scapegoat for his death. TMZ then reported she broke off her engagement with her fiancé and she was laughed at for the short-winded relationship.
‘thank u, next’ genre: Social House prepares for solo work
Social House is more than a social experiment.
It took Scootie Anderson and Mikey Foster eight months to rack up over 65 million Spotify streams on their debut track. It took a smash hit for them to score a slot at Coachella. And it took a flight to Los Angeles for them to produce their first two number-one singles and the biggest hits of 2018 and 2019, respectively, Ariana Grande’s “thank u, next” and “7 Rings.”
MNEK: the proud pop star you’re looking for
MNEK’s confidence is contagious.
The pop star openly structures his work after his favorite albums of the past. He’s able to juggle humor and adversity in his music because he isn’t afraid of being honest. And when he puts a photo of his hero in front of him in the studio, he gets the results he wants.
UB faculty member charged with illegally importing heroin and cocaine
A UB faculty member was arrested at his Hamburg home on Monday and charged with a federal drug crime, according to an announcement from U.S. Attorney James P. Kennedy, Jr. on Tuesday.
Torin Finver, a clinical assistant professor of family medicine at the Jacobs School of Medicine and Biomedical Sciences, was arrested and charged with importing a controlled substance, a charge that has a maximum penalty of a $1 million fine and 20 years in prison, according to the U.S. Attorney's office.
Marveling over Marvel
Richard Deverell was an undergraduate at SUNY Brockport when his professor assigned him a paper on the “history of anything.”
Most of his peers researched their family histories for the assignment.
Fall Fest Concert Series wasn’t a failure
Two years ago and just one week into my college career, I was taking elbows to the face on the floor of Alumni Arena.
I could barely stand up, my now-regrettable oversized T-shirt was drenched in sweat and I was about three songs away from evaporating from dehydration.
It’s 1993 and Kim Greenfield is sitting on her living room floor, talking on the phone with Nirvana’s attorneys.
She’s shuffling through 30 pages of paperwork for the grunge band’s upcoming UB performance when she sees an interesting detail in the band’s requests.