Avi Buffalo: What’s In It for Avi?

Rock n’ roll and youth go together better than poofy pants, glow sticks and shitty electronic music. When you’re young, your liver can deal with the large amounts of alcohol you push through it, and you’re still pretty attractive even if you’re ugly, especially when you can play an instrument. The kids in Avi Buffalo certainly still have their youth, and after touring with Japandroids, Rogue Wave and Modest Mouse this year, it seems they have the rock n’ roll part down as well. … read more

Bellyography – October 2010

In the world of Middle Eastern dance, Meada is definitely one of a kind.  She has been involved in the Salt Lake dance community for almost 20 years, and in that time, she has managed to not only stay with the same teacher for 17 years, but has danced with the same troupe for 16 years.  Meada is dedicated to the dance and loyal to those with whom she performs—admirable qualities to have in an often fickle and changing environment such as belly dancing. … read more

Beer Reviews – October 2010

While Utah has managed to maintain an archaic bubble that leaves the majority of us dry humping away at sanity, occasionally there is a small glimmer of hope that makes us think there is a chance. Recently, this small glimmer of hope comes in the form of “on-premises bottling for higher gravity beer.” Utah has already seen Epic Brewing open based around this law, and with many local breweries dishing out high point beers, one can only hope it will further the Utah beer scene. … read more

Dear Dickheads – October 2010

So, I have a request, and I dont think it too unreasonable, though maybe it is. Heres why I write; first, some disclaimer: I was not raised in this wonderful little valley so you may find my opinions to be irrelevant. This would not surprise me, given what I am about to complain about. Though I have some hope a few other adjectives may come to mind, such as ‘objective’ or ‘insightful’… maybe not. Anyways…… … read more

Rough Side Of Da Trax

It could have been any hot summer Saturday—it should be every hot summer Saturday.  We met at the newly constructed testament of the human will: Brick and Mortar skate shop.  I was greeted by a mass of smiling friends, my extended family—a sweaty, dirty, wounded, raised-by-the-streets pack of wolves—blood brothers.  The UTA Trax approached, we boarded, and anarchy ensued. … read more