The Old Pink Song

The Old Pink Flamingo, or The Old Pink is one of those places you find yourself at least once a week in Buffalo to help you forget that winter (sometimes) lasts a full 6 months (at least until you’re married, I guess). And with a 4am closing time (courtesy of Erie County lawmakers), you always have plenty of time to get your … Read More

Buffalo 66 Rant

An oldie from my old cable access show, circa 1998. Ironically, I ended up liking the film a lot, despite my determination to hate it. So don’t worry, Vince: We’re solid. (Wish I could say the same for “Manna From Heaven”. Sheesh.) This one gets a lot of views (and opinions) on YouTube.

Buffalo & WNY Music Festival 1998

All joking aside, if it’s still around, I hope it’s gotten better. (If I remember correctly, marketing for this event was almost non-existent.) The songstress figured prominently is Leah Zicari.

On the Road with OUI73

I can’t remember what year this was exactly, 1997 or 1998. And though the twin towers still stood then, I saw very little of them or any other skyscrapers for that matter. It was a surgical strike: a sparsely-attended gig at CBGB’s, a night on a hotal floor, then back to Buffalo by car. Good times.

Pano’s Girls

I was fortunate enough to find this old Pano’s photo on Wikimedia Commons. This was the Pano’s I wrote about in my song-a quaint mom and pop operation staffed with generally hot 20-30 somethings waitresses. I played the bass and keys. The rest were loops. I hand-delivered a copy of the song to Alex Georgiadis himself a decade ago. (Perhaps … Read More

A Little Perspective

Rummaging through my hard drive this Xmas evening, I came across some old blog postings from a now defunct blogging website I ran called “We Left Buffalo” 4 years ago. I felt they were worth sharing. All from 2004 and early 2005, they are listed from most recent. I am MUCH happier now, with a beautiful wife and son (and … Read More

Buffalo: A Great Place to Be…From

  I used to have a (not uncommon) recurring dream of being back in high school. I typically would wake myself once I realized: “Wait, I’ve already DONE this!” Since moving to California six years ago, that exercise in frustration has been replaced by another frequent visitor to my REM state. In this new one, I am back in Buffalo, … Read More