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by Jack Foran
He cared about the people few cared about. He called them the “forgotten ones,” the Hispanic and Yemeni and Native American people of the Lower West Side. The steel workers in the mills that are gone now. Photographer and poet Milton Rogovin died Tuesday at age 101.
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by Lynda Schneekloth
Ever thoughtful and patient, the Grand Ladies of the Lake stood still once again for another fantastic photographic shoot. Bruce Jackson’s upcoming exhibit, American Chartres, to be held at the UB Anderson Gallery between January 22 and March 6, 2011, demonstrates once more just how photogenic the Buffalo grain elevators are.
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by Geoff Kelly & Buck Quigley
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by Zachary Burns
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by Michael I. Niman
I’m going to keep this one simple. We all know the basic story. Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, an increasingly rare Arizona Democrat, was critically shot through the head by a wannabe assassin wielding a machine gun which he bought after being suspended from his community college due to behavioral issues.
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by J. Tim Raymond
Kenn Morgan is a longtime teacher and mentor to youth, a gadfly about town, a radio host, an outré society paparazzo, and the chief cook and bottle-washer to the Locust Street School, the free, community-based, arts education nonprofit in the Fruit Belt neighborhood on Buffalo’s near East Side.
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Congratulations to The Funky Beets! They collected the most votes at our live music showdown at Nietzsche’s this past Friday. With that win, they join The Etchings in our BOOM Grand Finale, where one band will walk off with all the marbles, and a big, fat cash prize!
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by Anthony Chase
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by Anthony Chase
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by Anthony Chase
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by Javier
The fabulous Lily Rabe just received the Joe A. Callaway Award presented by Actors’ Equity Foundation for her performance as Portia in the Public Theater production of The Merchant of Venice.
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by Jan Jezioro
A curtain call to last year’s bicentennial celebration of the 1810 births of Frédéric Chopin and Robert Schumann will take place at 3:30pm on Sunday, January 30, at the Unity Church on Delaware Avenue in Buffalo, when the Friends of Vienna welcome visiting pianist Susan Yondt, who will perform a program of their works.
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by M. Faust
Adapted from the Pulitzer Prize-winning play by David Lindsay-Abaire, Rabbit Hole is a drama about the grieving process and the point at which it comes to an end, for better or worse.
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Artvoice's weekly round-up of featured events, including our editor's pick for the week: American dubstep pioneer, Eskmo, performing at Soundlab on Saturday, January 22.
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Jason Draper, Mike Literman, and Derek Neuland are the Thirsty Dudes: online reviewers of beverages refreshing and strange, exotic and banal, delicious and intolerable. All three are Buffalo natives—Draper and Literman still reside here, Neuland recently moved to Portland, Oregon—and all three are straight-edge, so they review only nonalcoholic beverages.
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by Brooke Reynolds
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by Jerry Hageman
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by Chuck Shepherd
Two hundred boredom “activists” gathered in London in December at James Ward’s annual banal-apalooza conference, “Boring 2010,” to listen to ennui-stricken speakers glorify all things dreary, including a demonstration of milk-tasting (in wine glasses, describing flavor and smoothness), charts breaking down the characteristics of a man’s sneezes for three years, and a PowerPoint presentation on the color distribution and materials of a man’s necktie collection from one year to the next.
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by Rob Brezsny
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): In the early 20th century, many women at the beach covered most of their bodies with swimsuits made of wool. If they went in the water, they’d emerge about 20 pounds heavier. Swimming was a challenge.
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Over the holidays a guest in my home became intoxicated and unruly. Frankly, I think he was a bit lit up when he arrived. He clearly thought he was being comical and charming when he did things like pursue tropical fish in my aquarium with the net, pour an unfinished cocktail into a floral arrangement, and emerge from my bathroom with a prescription bottle asking what a certain medication was for.
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