Gentle-spirited rock ’n’ roller Griffin House got his big break in Asbury Park, N.J., opening for Patty Scialfa. His subsequent string of exceptional albums told raw stories about his life in sobriety, touching on the universal theme of how to recover one’s self in the tumult of the modern world. House specializes in a hometown, hard acoustic sound of roosty, atmospheric Americana. “If you are looking to be blown away by raw talent, then look no further than Griffin House” (American Songwriter).
The GREASE SING-ALONG is back by popular demand!
Embrace your inner T-Bird or Pink Lady at the phenomenon that is the GREASE SING-ALONG. Part Rocky Horror Picture Show – costumes are encouraged and interactive bags of goodies are provided for each show – and part mob karaoke, this promises to be a watch, rinse and repeat. The rules are “there are no rules,” so break out those leather jackets and poodle skirts and have a blast. Hosted by Miss Sammy!
8:00 pm/7:00 pm Doors
Join Orlando-based artists Anna Cruz and Adam Lavigne for a workshop that serves to break down preconceptions of what comics can be and explores the growing world of alternative comics. Alternative comics have married different modes of expression (i.e. art, film, literature) within the boundaries of the panel. We’ll be doing short drawing and collage exercises, talking about DIY publishing and its accessibility, and maybe even making a small zine!
Former Teen Wolf star Colton Haynes says “terminal anxiety” is what prompted him to take a break from television.
The 27-year-old tells Entertainment Weekly in an interview published May 5 that he asked to step away from MTV’s Teen Wolf and the CW’s Arrow, on which he had a recurring role, because he cared more about his “mental and physical health” than his career.
Thought we had a good trip. Overnight, pop-cultural legend – seriously, he did everything from acting to writing to performance art and especially making music – David Bowie died after a quiet 18-month battle with cancer. Gonna break character here and say that this particular editor has been up all night crying about the news, because a world without Bowie is actually a world without a sun or a moon in some manner, at least for me. I haven’t slept all night, nor have many of those out there, the young dudes, the kooks, the moonage daydreamers. Losing one of our generation’s largest, most intelligent influences is no small pill. Our sympathies, of course, lie with his family. Our feelings, however, lie on the ground in shards.
For those who don’t know of Bowie’s influence, his declarations of open- (or bi-) sexuality in the ’70s helped to break down stereotypes and blur the colors that we currently embrace as our spinning swirl of humanity. His embracing of androgyny was the reason we had a Culture Club, a Duran Duran or even a new-wave movement at all. He freed suburbanite children from their khakis and painted honesty on their faces instead. It is no overstatement to say that Bowie’s absence from this world is huge or that his presence while he was here was as phenomenal as the “Starman” we came to embrace. There are plenty of eulogies out there, riding through transoms as the sun rises on Jan. 11, so we’ll keep ours short.
Sam Smith has a lot for which to be thankful.
“I want to thank the man who this record is about,” Smith said Feb. 8 after receiving his fourth Grammy of the night.