#alethea mills

[krispyweiss]

Jackson Browne at Palace Theatre, Columbus, Ohio, June 3, 2023

With a fat songbook so packed with quality deep cuts and hits that he can’t possibly play all - or even most - of them, Jackson Browne walked on stage unannounced and by his lonesome June 3 in Columbus and kicked off his U.S. tour with …

… a solo-electric cover of Warren Zevon’s “Don’t Let Us Get Sick.”

It was an unexpected, gutsy and successful move that immediately won over the nearly sold-out Palace Theatre. It elicited warm applause as Browne sang Zevon’s prayer and immediately established his 74-year-old voice is much younger than its chronological age:

Don’t let us get sick, don’t let us get old/don’t let us get stupid, all right/just make us be brave and make us play nice/and let us be together tonight

It set the tone for a loose evening that found Browne engaging with the audience, teasing his guitar tech and heaping well-deserved praise upon the members of his freshly pared-down group.

After the Zevon number, Browne brought out his powerhouse “half-full band” - Greg Leisz (Watkins Family Hour, Bob Weir and Wolf Bros) on lap steel, acoustic and electric guitars; his wife, Mai Leisz, (David Crosby) on bass; drummer Mauricio Lewak; and singers Chavonne Stewart and Alethea Mills (who doubled on percussion) - and got right down to business with the show proper, which was generous across 60- and 90-minute sets.

Saying “I wanna play them all,” but knowing he couldn’t possibly do so, Browne, who accompanied his bandmates on acoustic and electric guitars and piano, did cover 49 years of music making, crafting a setlist that spanned from 1972’s “Doctor My Eyes” to 2021’s “Downhill from Everywhere,” a warning about the oceans’ fragile health and one of many highlights of the evening.

The reggae-tinged “I Am a Patriot” was another. Though released in 1985, the song seems to have intuited where the United States was headed. And Browne added some new lyrics - I ain’t no xenophobe, he sang - to place it even more firmly in the context of 2023.

Band members came and went to suit the songs. Stewart and Mills - who sang beautifully on occasional co-leads and in harmony with Browne, with whom they’ve developed an almost-familial blend - left their riser and joined the songwriter down front for “Until Justice is Real.” Greg Leisz and Browne played as a steel-and-piano duo on “Walls and Doors” and the (half) full band dug into “Running on Empty” so deeply that Browne kicked his leg high in the air and turned to stare down Leisz as he offered his take on the solo made famous by David Lindley, who died earlier this year.

Being the first night of the tour with a new band and a new set, there were a few hiccups. A muffed note here. Some not-quite-honed arrangements there. The occasional false start and botched lyrics. And Leisz’s pedal-steel guitar sat lonely and untouched all evening long, suggesting Browne was calling audibles as the night unfolded.

Someone wanting to hear the records in a concert hall might say these things were evidence of Browne losing his edge. Someone out for the without-a-net experience (put Sound Bites in this camp) might revel in the not-set-in-stone nature that led to such surprises as Browne deciding the first set wasn’t long enough and tacking “For Everyman” on to the end and causing Mai Leisz to run back on stage after assuming break time had come.

The same thing happened to Greg Leisz at show’s end, when Browne opted to play “The Load-Out”/“Stay” and the multi-instrumentalist - who wowed Browne and the concertgoers all evening long - struggled to get his lap steel situated on time. He made it with less than a bar to spare and Browne rewarded Leisz by calling on him to extend his solo, which he did to rapturous applause.

See more photos on Sound Bites’ Facebook page.

Grade card: Jackson Browne at Palace Theatre - 6/3/23 - A-

6/4/23

#jackson browne #2023 concerts #greg leisz #watkins family hour #mai leisz #david crosby #david lindley #mauricio lewak #warren zevon #chavonne stewart #alethea mills

[morrisxn02]

ogden college (un)official class playlist ! available NOW at a therapist near you !

PART ONE: the student body

lacy by olivia rodrigo・henrietta astor

"oh, i care, i care, i care. like ribbons that you wear. my stomach's all in knots. you've got the one thing that i want..."

hurricane by halsey・reina azarolla

“i’m a wanderer, i’m a one-night-stand. don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man. i’m the violence in the pouring rain. i’m a hurricane.”

american teenager by ethel cain・ida clarke

“grew up under yellow lights on the street, putting too much faith in the make believe.”

this link is dead by deftones・lincoln crawford 

"pay attention! watch me close! as i decide which way i move"

february 15h by hobo johnson・nova dodson

"she went to columbia and i went to jail. i just wanted another apple when she really wanted yale. and that is the problem where all of this lies. i'm emotionally unstable. i'm a crazy fucking guy!"

crocodile tears by suzanna son・sassa fiske

"crocodile sitting all alone, painting nails the shade of pink to match princess peach's cheek. maybe they'll think i'm beautiful. maybe i can trick them."

perfect day by hoku・charlie fletcher 

“people say, they say that it’s just a phase. they tell me to act my age. well, i am.” 

the boy who blocked his own shot by brand new・jesse hart 

“a crown of gold, a heart harder than stone and it hurts to hold on, but it’s missed when it’s gone”

happy by marina・carmen hearst

"couldn't relax, couldn't sit back and let the sunlight in my lap. i sang a hymn to bring me peace and then came a melody."

too much by carlie rae jepsen・ollie inoue

"i live for the fire, and the rain, and the drama too, boy. and it feels like you never say what you want, and it feels like i can't get through, babe."

nina cried power by hozier and mavis staples・ mika ishii

“power has been cried by those stronger than me straight into the face that tells you to rattle your chains if you love being free. ah lord, and i could cry power!”

people watching by conan gray・logan iyande

“i’m only looking just to live through you vicariously. i’ve never really been in love, not seriously.”

summer child by conan gray・samantha jimenez 

"and you laugh and you dance in the wind, and you sway, and you hug and you kiss, but there's darkness behind those eyes."

savage daughter by sarah hester ross・ nixie linghui

“i am my mother’s savage daughter. the one who runs barefoot, cursing sharp stones. i am my mother’s savage daughter. i will not cut my hair. i will not lower my voice.”

mirrorball by taylor swift・roxie marsh

“hush. when no one is around, my dear, you’ find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love. shinning just for you.”

don’t tell my mom by renée rapp・courtney mills

“so don’t tell my mom i’m falling apart. she hurts when i hurt. my scars are her scars. she’ll talk to her friends, impress all of them. at least in her mind, her daughter is fine.”

donttrustme by 3oh!3・cara morrison

“she's an actress, but she ain't got no need. she's got money from her parents and a trust fund back east."

halloween by novo amor・edward morrison 

“more and more with every accolade, i get carried with away with being carried away.”

i did something bad by taylor swift・greer morrison

"they're burning all the witches even if you aren't one. so light me up. go ahead and light me up."

autoestima by cupido, lola indigo and alizzz・ milo navarro

“my mother and my father gave me an extremely nice face. people don’t usually like pretty people like me.”

forsaken by paris paloma・alethea pierce

"i think i've done something to upset the stars again. the moon won't return my calls, but i deserve it. i deserve it all.”

strange overtones by david byrne, performed by whitney・lennon reed

"how long have i been missing? it's getting colder tonight. snowfall's reminiscing... i watched it melt before my eyes."

frankenstein by rina saywama・magnolia rhodes

"put me together, thread a needle so i'm like other people without all of the evil. i'm trying to be normal, but the trauma is immortal and none of this is your fault."

baseball by hippo campus・monty richler

“there goes that moonboy looking jungly with all his leaves a-growing.”

king by florence and the machine・anya saetang

"my empty halls echo with grand self-mythology. i am no mother, i am no bride. i am king."

stick season by noah kahan・nathaniel shaw 

“now i'm stuck between my anger and the blame that i can't face and the memories are something even smoking weed does not replace." 

liability by lorde・natalia vega

"she's so hard to please, but she's a forest fire. i do my best to meet her demands, play at romance, we slow dance in the living room, but all a stranger would see is one girl, swaying alone, stroking her cheek."

satanist by boygenius・jacqui velazquez 

“will you be a nihilist with me? if nothing matters, man, that’s a relief…”

you're on your own, kid by taylor swift・parker walsh

"there were pages turned with the bridges burned, everything you lose is a step you take. so make the friendship bracelets, take the moment and taste it. you've got no reason to be afraid. you're on your own kid. yeah, you can face this..."

river by leon bridges・malik wright 

"as my sins flow down the jordan, oh, i wanna come near ya and give ya every part of me. but there's blood in my hands, and my lips aren't clean..."

tolerate it by taylor swift・mari zuko

“i made you my temple, my mural, my sky. now i’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.”

#{ nos tout premiers secrets comme un peu caché sous les lumières | musings. } #ogdeninspo

[ollieinoue]

Somewhere on the Interstate. The day after the day after the Valentine's Day Party [ @court-mills ]

It had been about 6am when he texted Coco 'u want to drive me to nyc?' Ollie was aware that like himself Coco was a morning person, so he hadn't been surprised when he responded back fairly quickly and enthusiastically. He hadn't really spoken to Coco since New Years Eve, not on purpose, though maybe there were some lingering reasons in the back of his mind that he wasn't aware of because Ollie didn't pay much attention to his own feelings most of the time. But spending five-ish hours driving to New York (actually he was aiming for New Jersey for reasons) seemed like a great time to catch up! Especially since Ollie was stoned out of his mind on who even knew what at this point. So early in the morning? You fucking bet, especially when he'd been getting high all night the previous night. He hadn't been able to sleep, and figured he'd rather be high than stew in the negative thoughts and feelings he was currently stewing in. It hadn't worked, but he could pretend.

As they drove down the interstate, Ollie hung his head out of the passenger side window, letting the cold air whip his hair out of his face, feeling a bit like a dog for a brief moment as he tried to … 'refresh' himself. After vividly remembering this was how the little girl in Hereditary lost her head, he eventually pulled back in sitting in his seat with a deep sigh. "So how was your Thanksgiving?" Ollie asked, then paused giving a frown, "Valentines Day …" he corrected. "Oh! We should definitely stop at a grocery store and buy a bunch of chocolates. Me and Alethea were talking about all the cheap candy and now I need it."

#thread 184 . #ft court . #drug mention tw

[ogdencollegerp]

WELCOME TO BLANC MOUNTAINS CHALET RESORT 

With Ogden students arriving at the resort the day after Christmas, they’re bound to find plenty of activities to entertain themselves. The various sprawling ski-in and ski-out chalets have heated pools, jacuzzis, saunas, libraries, fireplaces, and more to entertain the 20 GUESTS they can host !!! The first week of the vacation is the midst of the holiday’s, the time between Christmas and New Years that’s sole purpose should be relaxing - and luckily, this is just the place to do that. If they can get along with their assigned roommate, that is....

Check out the #ogden winter break tag on the inspo blog, which will be continuing to update throughout the event, as well as referencing below the cut for roommates !!!

IC DATE: DECEMBER 26TH - DECEMBER 31ST

OOC DATE: FEBRUARY 19TH - FEBRUARY 27TH (give or take xx)

PLEASE NOTE: Current threads do not have to be paused for the duration of the event, but any starters (both open and closed) should currently be taking place during the first week of winter break. It IS required for a thread to take place between the assigned roommates during the event. Please ALSO note there will be further plot/date markers from the main throughout the event, as IC it is taking place across two weeks. As always, feel free to DM the main with any questions or concerns !!!

CHALET A

Mari Zuko & Charanya “Anya” Saetang

Jesse Hart & Nathaniel Shaw

Rhodes Morrison & Sloane Morrison

Lincoln “Link” Crawford & Claremont “Monty” Richler

Henrietta Astor & Alethea Pierce

plus ten npc students

CHALET B

Charlotte Fletcher & Astrid “Sassa” Fiske

Daxton Sulu & Benjamin Keplar-Turral

Courtney Mills & Milo Navarro

Rhiannon Falla & Natalia Vega

Diego Fuentes & Nadine Dwyer 

plus ten npc students

CHALET C

Parker Walsh & Pippa Morrison-Grant

Odysseus “Odie” Reza & Oliver “Ollie” Inoue

Malik “Leaky” Wright & Jacqui Velazquez

Lucia Olivo & Ida Clarke

Mason Reed & Inés Osorio

plus ten npc students

PS - don’t worry students, any faculty attending have a separate chalet !!!

#ogdenevent #ogden winter break

[aletheapierce]

@court-mills​ where: the quad when: after the leak 

there was something about what coco had said that left alethea feeling a strange sense of trust toward them. she couldn’t exactly place it, or what she was drawn to, but there was always something so kind about coco that alethea couldn’t believe the two weren’t closer. at least that was alethea’s belief and hope. 

and so she was bundled up, disliking the cold but knowing that a silly little walk always helped her find her thoughts, waiting in the quad as she saw the blonde hair of an always overly happy coco. “hey!” she beamed, hands tucked tightly in her pockets as she looked at him. “how are you doing?”

#{{ interaction -- coco }} #court-mills

[boobasprite]

NEXT SATURDAY 👜🛍 Christopher L G Hill: encapsulated Opening Saturday 26th June 3-5pm (Running till July 24th) @caves.melbourne 🎨an exhibition of paintings, 🛍an archive of bags, 🎡a group show featuring: Dan Arps, Hugo Blomley, Nicola Blumenthal, Stella Corkery, Matt Hinkley, Kenji Ide, Carmen - Sibha Keiso, Michael Kennedy, Joel Kirkham, Gian Manik, Josh Minkus, Nao Osada, Conor O'Shea, Jasmine Pickup, Adriana Ramić, Masato Takasaka (and Stephen Bram), Matthew Ware, Alexander Whitehouse, Hee Joon Youn, and maybe more... 🦇PLUS THE LAUNCH OF THE 10th issue of Endless (encapsulated) Lonely Planet (PICTURED), featuring: Cameron Allen McKean, Dan Arps, Hugo Blomley, Nicola Blumenthal, Stephen Bram, Jack Colee, counterfeitnessfirst, Stella Corkery, Renee Cosgrave, Abella D'Adamo, Gabriella D'Costa, Alethea Everard, Lewis Fidock (Campbell the swaggie, wandering poet Maldon), Yani Florence, Matt Hinkley, Caesar Florence Howard, Kenji Ide, Carmen - Sibha Keiso, Michael Kennedy, Joel Kirkham, Lei Lei Kung, Piotr Łakomy, Gian Manik, Kate Meakin, Adelle Mills, Josh Minkus, Lloyd MST, Caeylen Fenelon Norris, Nao Osada, Conor O'Shea, Virginia Overell, Joshua Petherick, Jasmine Pickup, Andre Piguet, Owen Piper, Adriana Ramić , Luke Sands, Masato Takasaka, Matthew Ware Alexander Whitehouse, Fiona Williams, Hee Joon Youn... Stonehenge Vacuum (Masato Takasaka and Christopher L G Hill) will cut ✂️the ribbon so to speak, opening the show with vibrations of guitar strings🎻🎸🔊

[spookyspaghettisundae]

Willy the White Wolf

The thumping rhythm and jilted melodies of trashy electronic music droned on throughout the Velvet Tango Bar. Lights hanging from the ceiling cast the large room in a warm orange hue, littered with islands of glowing smartphone displays.

A bunch of thirty-something nobodies stood in clusters of small cliques, far enough apart in the dive to not hear the exact words of each other’s conversations, but still too close for Alethea’s comfort.

Alethea sipped from her bottle of cheap beer. Danielle and Rhiannon were late, so she stood alone at a tall table. She had not expected to see so many people attending the Evergreen High reunion and to be gathered here the night before the actual party. Then again, there were few other options for recreation outside of the sleazy bowling alley in this backwater town. But she had not come here for the reunion party. She had come here because of the letter from her dead friend Harry.

And she had come to this bar because of another such letter. The one she had found in their secret place under the bridge. One that read, “Someone will die in the shower room tomorrow night. You have to stop this.”

Adding to her discomfort of standing alone, she could not help but feel like Lucas Cooke and Bradley Mills, those two goons, were shooting glances at her from across the bar’s room this entire time. While the two former jocks of the White Wolf team nursed their drinks over some dialogue inaudible to Alethea, she wished more than ever for the ability to read lips.

She almost spilled some of her freshly opened bottle when someone started talking right behind her.

“Look who’s come back to our neck o’ the woods.”

Alethea turned to look Alice Brock in her weary eyes. The former cheerleader of the White Wolves looked like she was ten years older than her peers; a puffy face with a road map of wrinkles, both products of an overindulgence in alcoholic beverages.

Alice looked Alethea up and down.

“Damn, Allie, you look like you might’ve made somethin’ outta yourself, huh?”

Alethea put her beer down and forced herself to smile in return.

“Hi Alice,” she finally replied. Her voice cracked in the process, betraying her lack of interest in small talk.

“Heard you’re a big journalist now. You gonna write a piece on our town? Dig up some of the old stories like Butcher Benson’s murders? Or those silly UFO sightings?” There was something strange in how Alice pronounced certain words—not like she didn’t know how to pronounce them, but like she was pronouncing them wrong on purpose.

Alice’s expression remained listless and blank the entire time.

“Yeah, no. Just here for the,” Alethea said, her words trailing off. She pondered her lie. “The reunion party.”

She tried to maintain a friendly mien throughout, but instantly and mentally scolded herself for doing so instead of slipping into her poker face. She knew exactly what kind of hideous grimace she always cracked whenever she lied.

“Right,” Alice said, the word drawling out with dripping sarcasm. “Well, good for you for making it big. Not like those assholes over there.”

Alice smiled at Lucas and Bradley, but there was something sinister in it because of the words she added next, “Two dipshits who’re just one bad day away from becoming the next serial killers of our lovely state of Maine, or something.”

Alethea tried not to look over at the two men and just swallowed emptily, keeping focused on Alice’s face.

“You know, you and the rest of the losers club—”

“Fuck off,” Alethea snapped.

Alice stopped in the middle of whatever she had been about to say. The weary air about her had vanished, her eyes gone wide with surprise as she now stared at Alethea.

“Jeeze, sorry. I was just about to say, that you, Danielle, Ryan, and Harry—God bless his soul—you were the ones who turned out alright in the end, I guess? Joke’s on us? We were always giving you shit and calling you the ‘losers club’ and now look at us. Most of us hardly made it out of this county, let alone this town.”

Alethea sighed and swallowed another comment. She picked up her phone to check the time. Rhiannon and Danielle were now almost forty minutes late. Not even the heavy snow fall was an excuse for that, given how small the town of Evergreen was.

Alice had truly changed and Alethea was almost warming up to her as their conversation went on. But she could not help but feel watched. She almost regretted it when she shot another glance over to Lucas and Bradley.

Still staring at her. Creeps.

Seeing Brad smack his lips after downing a shot of liquor almost made her feel sick.

Alethea sighed again and realized that Alice was still talking, muffled by a combination of the background music in the bar and her own mind drifting to the letter from her dead friend, Harry, as well as the urgency of needing to see her friends who had returned to the town for the same reason. She was starting to feel dizzy and needed to get out, even if just for a moment.

“Excuse me, Alice? I—I need to use the restroom. If you see Danielle or Rhiannon, can you tell them I’ll be right back?”

Alice just blinked and stared at her. Probably dumbfounded that Alethea was ignoring her somewhat and kind of bossing her around. It dawned on Alethea that their roles from back in their high school days had been reversed; that Alice used to be the snot who never listened to her.

“Yeah, sure.”

The cool air from the corridors outside the bar’s main room swept over Alethea’s skin like a fresh breeze and she almost immediately felt better.

She stopped in the hallway, almost feeling a migraine coming on from the glaringly bright light pouring from the fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling. They flickered for a second, adding an eerie atmosphere to the snow-white Willy the White Wolf mascot costume standing in the corner. A sign hung from its neck, reading, “Come see the whole White Wolves team of ‘05 at the Evergreen Reunion Party!”

There was obviously nobody in the suit, but its dead empty eyes stared back at Alethea and sent shivers down her spine.

She shook off the weird feeling it had given her and she continued on into the restrooms. The door opening sounded oddly loud. Her own footsteps echoed just as much, reverberating painfully in her own head. Her temples throbbed. The door swung shut behind her and she looked at herself in the mirror for a split second, noting the black rings under her eyes, before heading into one of the stalls.

Nobody else in here.

She flipped down the toilet’s seat and locked herself in the stall, taking a deep breath before sitting down. The smell of cleaning chemicals and the myriads of comments, numbers, and lewd jokes scrawled onto the inside walls and door of the stall assaulted her senses.

She exhaled sharply and produced a joint from her purse. Clamping down on it between her lips, she then started digging around in her pocket book for her storm lighter. The other objects in her purse clicked and clattered about and she uttered a curse over how impractical this stupid bag was—like that the slot for her phone was too small for it.

The women’s room door opened. Loudly, just as when she had entered. The joint almost fell from her mouth as she stopped rooting around in her purse, frozen in the spot.

Then the restroom door’s hydraulic arm automatically shut the door again.

Footsteps thundered through the room. Not small shoes, but heavy. Big. Wide soles, she just knew it, even without seeing them.

Wham.

The loud noise startled her. Someone had swung open a stall door, two stalls down from hers, letting it slam into the wall.

WHAM.

Again, now one stall closer. A shadow broke the light through the cracks in between the thin walls of the bathroom stalls and their doors.

A pair of heavy black boots thumped down in front of the door of her stall. She had almost expected a pair of those fuzzy cartoonish feet of the mascot costume from outside in the halls, but, no—a pair of heavy black work boots, matching the sounds they made.

They had stopped there. Waiting.

She held her breath. Her mind raced, reeling with all the terrible possibilities. A million thoughts a second. Still she held her breath, instinctively without even thinking about that, just hoping to be ignored. To think that this had nothing to do with her. That nothing had anything to do with her.

Her heart pounded. So loudly, that she wondered if the man outside the stall could hear it.

She knew it was a man. There was something so menacing about this presence that, in her mind, it had to be a man.

Her hand trembled like a leaf in the wind as she grabbed the joint from her mouth and stuffed it back into her purse. That caused some fabric and objects in there to rustle and then clink.

Someone slammed into the door to her stall and she gasped, only narrowly masking a shriek.

“Fuck off, I have a gun,” she said. Or yelled. Or she wanted to yell, but she said it instead. Her voice trembled more than her hands and even she felt unconvinced by her own lie.

The person outside her stall shuffled their feet. Those heavy boots stepped away, then walked away. The restroom door opened and this person left again.

The fear refused to subside, and Alethea’s heart continued to pound like crazy, so hard that it almost seemed like it was trying to explode.

She allowed herself to breathe again, straining to listen; to see—to know—if anybody else was in there. Letting time pass. Seconds that felt like minutes, minutes that felt like eternity. Hoping that this person—whoever it was—was long gone whenever she dared to open the door to her stall again.

Alethea clambered on top of the toilet seat and peered over the edges of the stall’s walls. There was nobody else in the women’s room. She hopped down, exited the stall, and approached the door.

Then stopped.

Her heart continued to drum to the tune of terror. She grabbed her phone and flicked its display so she could take a picture, hoping that she might blind any assailant with the flash, or fool them into thinking she was holding pepper spray or a taser—if the worst came to pass.

The marathon of thoughts racing through her mind played through a thousand scenarios in which she escaped an assault or was overpowered by some creep and she finally had built up enough courage to leave.

She leaned out the opened door and peered into the corridors. Nobody there.

With hasty steps, she took her leave.

And stopped dead in her tracks again.

The mascot costume of Willy the White Wolf was missing. The sign still read, “Come see the whole White Wolf team of ‘05 at the Evergreen Reunion Party!” But it was now on the ground, with a big dark shoe print from a heavy work boot stamped on it.

Alethea’s heart skipped a beat and she nearly dropped her phone when she whipped it around to call Danielle.

The call went straight to voice mail and she spoke into the merciless void of it while she craned her neck and looked around each corner with the expectation of running into a possible assailant.

“Uh, to hell with the bar. I think someone’s out to get me here. Let’s meet at our safe place where we always used to get high. If I don’t show up there in thirty minutes, call the cops.”

Alethea hung up.

With hurried steps, she half-jogged out of the place, descending a flight of stairs and exiting into the cold wintry night, into flurries of fluffy white flakes silently falling down and adding to the feet of snow piling up outdoors. The cold wet powder crunched underneath her shoes and the lack of traction on the bottom of her sneakers almost made her slip and fall as she rushed across the parking lot, though she caught herself mid-stride and continued on.

She then remembered that she hadn’t even paid the friendly bartender, Cobbs, for the beer she had bought, but whispered some more profanities to still her mind and say that she would pay for it some other time. After all, she had an honest, legitimate excuse to have gotten the hell out of there.

Still, it caused her to second-guess her actions and turn. For just one moment.

A moment that made her see a figure in the doorway of the Velvet Tango Bar. Standing against the blinding glare of the fluorescent light was the silhouette of Willy the White Wolf in all his goofy glory. But he held a fire axe in one hand, letting it droop down by his side, the axe’s head resting on the ground beside him.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up and she remembered the faceless psychopath who had chased her down the hallways of the Lakeview hotel, wearing nothing but a horse’s head. She still felt the injuries on her back that he had inflicted with his improvised weapon before she escaped his wrath.

Willy took a step towards her. The head of the fire axe dragged along the floor, its metal scraping against concrete as he descended the three steps onto the parking lot with a CLANK, CLANK, CLANK. Then he stopped again, staring at her through those dead, hollow eyes of the mascot costume’s stupid cartoonish head.

Gasping for air, Alethea ran. She wanted to scream, but could not.

The snow crunched underneath her feet, and she stumbled and slipped and slid forth, only barely able to see behind her as she fled and never felt bold enough to stop and look back at her pursuer.

But she knew for sure: Willy followed, lumbering, head flopping ridiculously, the axe now gripped in both of his freakishly over-sized three-fingered hands.

Alethea scrambled to escape through the narrows between houses and onto the street, where a car would have run her over had it not been rolling along at a snail’s pace due to the thick layer of snow on the town’s roads. She winced at the blinding glare of its headlights shining into her face and she yelled at the driver for help.

It took moments for everything to sink in—for her to make sense of the situation. Rhiannon and Danielle had gotten out of the driver’s and passenger’s seats, respectively, and called out to her.

“Christ, Allie, are you alright?” asked Danielle.

Willy the White Wolf—or rather, the creep disguised as the mascot—had stopped chasing her, probably once he had seen her run into other people—into witnesses.

The figure of Willy was absent. Alethea stared into the darkness between the street lights, where shadows swallowed everything and the snow devoured every sound.

Every sound but Danielle’s voice, pleading with Alethea to answer her and tell her what was going on. But the rushing of blood in Alethea’s ears, her heart racing with a million beats a minute, she could barely hear it. It all sounded so far away. She just wanted to know where her pursuer was.

The darkness had taken Willy. Her assailant was nowhere to be seen.

All that remained were the tracks she had left behind.

And the big tracks of Willy’s costume, leading out into the woods nearby.

—Submitted by Wratts

#spoospasu #spookyspaghettisundae #horror #short story #writing #my writing #literature #spooky #fiction #submission #Alethea #Danielle #Evergreen #Reunion #mystery #weird #mascot #bar #snow #night #darkness #demon #serial killer #assault #predator #hunter #axe #pursuer #chase #Rhiannon

[peterhutchins]

Jackson Browne - Clyde Jackson Browne with Bob Glaub, Mauricio Lewak, Val McCallum, Alethea Mills, Jeff Young & Greg Leisz @ Merriweather 50th Anniversary Concert, Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, MD, on Saturday, July 15, 2017.

Merriweather 50th Anniversary Concert #setlist:

Doctor My Eyes Just Say Yeah The Long Way Around Barricades of Heaven These Days Your Bright Baby Blues Sky Blue and Black Rosie In the Shape of a Heart For Everyman The Pretender Running on Empty Take It Easy (Eagles cover) The Load-Out / Stay (Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs cover)

#jackson browne #clyde jackson browne #bob glaub #mauricio lewak #val mccallum #alethea mills #jeff young #greg leisz #Merriweather 50th Anniversary Concert #merriweather post pavilion #merriweatherpp

[nellygwyn]

Liv, are there any modern novels you'd recommend that really capture the Regency mindset? Most of the ones I've come across feel like modern characters dressed in period fashion. I'd especially appreciate books that focus on working class characters, or on how the Napoleonic wars affected civilians back in England. Thanks so much! (also I'm in perpetual awe of all your historical knowledge and charms, you're wonderful)

So, I really like Longbourn by Jo Baker. It’s Pride and Prejudice but told from the servants perspective (the Bennet family’s servants, Bingley’s servants, and I think, at some point, Darcy’s servants too). They have their own romances and issues whilst the plot of Pride and Prejudice happens in the background. I loved it, it was really fun!

Tides of War by Stella Tillyard was good too. The main character’s husband goes away to fight under the Duke of Wellington in the Napoleonic wars, and whilst she’s left alone, she’s seduced by another man. It might sound like a bit of a Mills and Boon historical erotica but it’s actually really detailed and explores themes of female sexuality, science and progress, masculinity, and politics & war in this period. The main heroine isn’t even the only character, Tillyard has a whole cast of characters around Europe that she weaves together to tell the story of this period, some of whom are based on real people, others which are fictional. For example, there’s a subplot involving a young soldier called Thomas who ends up doing something terrible with his fellow men whilst they’re in Spain and has to deal with the severity and cruelty of his crime when he comes back to England. It’s a heavy, thoughtful novel about the cost of war, and the ups and downs of existence. Tillyard is an historian, an expert in18th and early 19th century, so she is a reliable writer.

Lastly, I have to recommend some of Ruth Axtell’s Regency era historical fictions, mainly because she gets the racial diversity of London down to a T. My favourite novel of hers is The Winter is Past, about a young MP called Simon Aguilar, who is a Sephardic Jew (sidenote: if I remember correctly, he has to outwardly hide this in order to pursue his career), and his romance with a nurse named Alethea Breton, who is not only a Methodist Christian but also the illegitimate daughter of an aristocrat. It’s great, Axtell is a hidden gem of a historical fiction writer. She manages to master the heights and sparkle of the Regency elite, right down to the minutiae of lower class life, and everything in between.

I hope those are some helpful suggestions! Thank you for your kind words! 💕

[kwebtv]

Sam  -  ITV  -  June 12, 1973 - August 25, 1975

Drama (39 episodes)

Running Time:  60 minutes

Stars:

Mark McManus as Sam Wilson (1974-1975)

Kevin Moreton as Sam Wilson (1973-1975)

Barbara Ewing as Dora Wilson

Ray Smith as George Barraclough

John Price as Alan Dakin

Frank Mills as Toby Wilson

Alethea Charlton as Ethel Barraclough

Michael Goodliffe as Jack Barraclough

James Hazeldine as Frank Barraclough

Maggie Jones as Polly Barraclough

Dorothy White as Eileen Barraclough

Jennifer Hilary as Sarah Wilson (1974-1975)

Cherith Mellor as Cassie Crossman (1974-1975)

Jan Harvey as Pat Barraclough (1975)

Ivor Roberts as Arthur Corby (1974)

Alan David as Maurice 'Granny' Naylor (1974-1975)

Stephanie Turner as Jessie Naylor (1974)

Simon Rouse as Tom Wilsoon (1975)

Veronica Roberts as Deborah Wilson (1975)

Peter Duncan as Chris Wilson (1975)

Windsor Davies as Billy Tripp (1975)

Jim Norton as Tad (1975)

Carol Drinkwater as Liz Chadwick (1975)

#Sam #TV #Drama #ITV #1970's #Mark McManus #Kevin Moreton #Barbara Ewing #Ray Smith

[thebandcampdiaries]

Alethea Mills - On a String

Alethea Mills is a recording artist and songwriter based in Los Angeles, California. Her sound features elements of pop, soul, R&B, and more, making for a really unique blend of genres and definitions.

Recently, Alethea released a brand new song titled “On A String.” The track showcases her powerful, sultry, and dynamic vocals, making for a truly unique and forward-thinking feel. “On a String” is a passionate exploration of pop and R&B vibes, with stunning melodies and great production aesthetics that truly highlight the warmth and roundness of this song. The mix is absolutely spotless, and it allow each element to sit seamlessly within its right place. The rhythm section is smooth, while the melodies are warm and present, without ever overpowering the vocals. “On a String” has a really unique approach to its lyrical flow, going for a very direct and in-your-face approach, while retaining a strong character and a very distinctive personality.

This song is actually an absolute banger with a cool electronic pop production, making me think of the work of artists as diverse as Jennifer Lopez, Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, and many others. The melodic layers are huge, but they never overpower Alethea’s beautiful voice. Clocking in at slightly over the 4-minute mark, this song packs quite a punch with its astonishing, yet exciting feel. If you like unapologetic melodies and happy vibes, well this one is for you!

With her stellar vocal performance, Alethea is not afraid to push it to the limit when needed, but She also understands that at times, taking a step back is the best way to let the song breathe.

Alethea also had the chance to work with many internationally regarded performers, such as Jacksone Browne. She has recently been busy recording new music, with new songs expected to be released at the end of the month, or possibly at the beginning of October.

Find out more about Alethea Mills, and don’t miss out on “On a String,” which is currently available on the web.

https://soundcloud.com/alethea-mills/on-a-string

YouTube: https://youtu.be/cUXZaIrPG60

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Alethea-Mills-123581077745265/

Instagram: @aletheacreates

Twitter: @aletheasings

Photo credit: London Brown.

[tsanasreads]

Aurealis Awards Shortlist Announced

It's that time of year when the Aurealis Awards finalists are announced. You can read the official announcement here, and I have reproduced the lists below. The links below go to my reviews where those exist (albeit a little sparse this year). A lot of books already on my TBR and some new ones to add. (PS If you're interested, the Nebula Award Finalists have also been announced.) Best Science Fiction Novel

Scales of Empire (Kylie Chan, Voyager) Obsidio (Amie Kaufman & Jay Kristoff, A&U) Lifel1k3 (Jay Kristoff, A&U) Dyschronia (Jennifer Mills, Picador) A Superior Spectre (Angela Meyer, Ventura Press) The Second Cure (Margaret Morgan, Vintage) Best Fantasy Novel

Devouring Dark (Alan Baxter, Grey Matter Press) Lady Helen and the Dark Days Deceit (Alison Goodman, HarperCollins) City of Lies (Sam Hawke, Bantam) Lightning Tracks (Alethea Kinsela, Plainspeak Publishing) The Witch Who Courted Death (Maria Lewis, Piatkus) We Ride the Storm (Devin Madson, self-published) Best Horror Novel

The Bus on Thursday (Shirley Barrett, A&U) Years of the Wolf (Craig Cormick, IFWG Publishing Australia) Tide of Stone (Kaaron Warren, Omnium Gatherum) Best Graphic Novel/Illustrated Work

Deathship Jenny (Rob O’Connor, self-published) Cicada (Shaun Tan, Lothian) Tales from The Inner City (Shaun Tan, A&U) Best Children’s Fiction

The Relic of the Blue Dragon (Rebecca Lim, A&U) The Slightly Alarming Tales of the Whispering Wars (Jaclyn Moriarty, A&U) The Endsister (Penni Russon, A&U) Secret Guardians (Lian Tanner, A&U) Ting Ting the Ghosthunter (Gabrielle Wang, Puffin) Ottilie Colter and the Narroway Hunt (Rhiannon Williams, Hardie Grant Egmont) Best Young Adult Novel

Small Spaces (Sarah Epstein, Walker) Lifel1k3 (Jay Kristoff, A&U) Catching Teller Crow (Ambelin Kwaymullina & Ezekiel Kwaymullina, A&U) His Name was Walter (Emily Rodda, HarperCollins) A Curse of Ash and Embers (Jo Spurrier, Voyager) Impostors (Scott Westerfeld, A&U) Best Collection

Not Quite the End of the World Just Yet (Peter M Ball, Brain Jar Press) Phantom Limbs (Margo Lanagan, PS Publishing) Tales from The Inner City (Shaun Tan, A&U) Exploring Dark Short Fiction #2: A Primer to Kaaron Warren (Kaaron Warren, Dark Moon Books) Best Anthology

Sword and Sonnet (Aiden Doyle, Rachael K Jones & E Catherine Tobler, Ate Bit Bear) Aurum (Russell B Farr, Ticonderoga Publications) Mother of Invention (Rivqa Rafael & Tansy Rayner Roberts, Twelfth Planet Press) Infinity’s End (Jonathan Strahan, Solaris) The Best Science Fiction & Fantasy of the Year (Jonathan Strahan, Solaris) Best Science Fiction Novella

‘I Almost Went To The Library Last Night’ (Joanne Anderton, Aurum, Ticonderoga Publications) The Starling Requiem (Jodi Cleghorn, eMergent Publishing) Icefall (Stephanie Gunn, Twelfth Planet Press) ‘Pinion’ (Stephanie Gunn, Aurum, Ticonderoga Publications) ‘Singles’ Day’ (Samantha Murray, Interzone #277, TTA Press) Static Ruin (Corey J White, Tor.com) Best Science Fiction Short Story

‘The Sixes, The Wisdom and the Wasp’ (E J Delaney, Escape Pod) ‘The Fallen’ (Pamela Jeffs, Red Hour, Four Ink Press) ‘On the Consequences of Clinically-Inhibited Maturation in the Common Sydney Octopus’ (Simon Petrie & Edwina Harvey, A Hand of Knaves, CSFG) ‘A Fair Wind off Baracoa’ (Robert Porteous, A Hand of Knaves, CSFG) ‘The Astronaut’ (Jen White, Aurealis) Best Fantasy Novella

‘This Side of the Wall’ (Michael Gardner, Metaphorosis Magazine, January 2018) ‘Beautiful’ (Juliet Marillier, Aurum, Ticonderoga Publications) ‘The Staff in the Stone’ (Garth Nix, The Book of Magic, Voyager) Merry Happy Valkyrie (Tansy Rayner Roberts, Twelfth Planet Press) ‘The Dressmaker and the Colonel’s Coat’ (David Versace, Mnemo’s Memory and Other Fantastic Tales, self-published) The Dragon’s Child (Janeen Webb, PS Publishing) Best Fantasy Short Story

‘Crying Demon’ (Alan Baxter, Suspended in Dusk 2, Grey Matter Press) ‘Army Men’ (Juliet Marillier, Of Gods and Globes, Lancelot Schaubert) ‘The Further Shore’ (J Ashley Smith, Bourbon Penn #15) ‘Child of the Emptyness’ (Amanda J Spedding, Grimdark Magazine #17) ‘A Moment’s Peace’ (Dave Versace, A Hand of Knaves, CSFG Publishing) ‘Heartwood, Sapwood, Spring’ (Suzanne J Willis, Sword and Sonnet, Ate Bit Bear) Best Horror Novella

‘Andromeda Ascends’ (Matthew R Davis, Beneath the Waves – Tales from the Deep, Things In The Well) ‘Kopura Rising’ (David Kuraria, Cthulhu: Land of the Long White Cloud, IFWG Publishing Australia) ‘The Black Sea’ (Chris Mason, Beneath the Waves – Tales from the Deep, Things In The Well) Triquetra (Kirstyn McDermott, Tor.com) ‘With This Needle I Thee Thread’ (Angela Rega, Aurum, Ticonderoga Publications) Crisis Apparition (Kaaron Warren, Dark Moon Books) Best Horror Short Story

‘The Offering’ (Michael Gardner, Aurealis #112) ‘Slither’ (Jason Nahrung, Cthulhu Deep Down Under Volume 2, IFWG Publishing Australia) ‘By Kindle Light’ (Jessica Nelson-Tyers, Antipodean SF #235) ‘Hit and Rot’ (Jessica Nelson-Tyers, Breach #08) ‘Sub-Urban’ (Alfie Simpson, Breach #07) ‘The Further Shore’ (J Ashley Smith, Bourbon Penn #15) Best Young Adult Short Story

‘A Robot Like Me’ (Lee Cope, Mother of Invention, Twelfth Planet Press) ‘The Moon Collector’ (D K Mok, Under the Full Moon’s Light, Owl Hollow Press) ‘The Sea-Maker of Darmid Bay’ (Shauna O’Meara, Interzone #277, TTA Press) ‘Eight-Step Koan’ (Anya Ow, Sword and Sonnet, Ate Bit Bear) ‘For Weirdless Days and Weary Nights’ (Deborah Sheldon, Breach #08). Content imported from Blogger https://ift.tt/2H1wA1R. If you would like to leave a comment, please do so at the aforementioned link.

#aurealis awards #australian authors #news #shortlist #books #reviews #book reviews

[ogdencollegerp]

MAY 27TH, 2023

There were still a handful of hours left in the evening, when phones begin to buzz....

g: sick of playing my game yet ?? g: come to the commons, then, and this can all stop. g: and don't get caught. xx

What students didn't realize was that some of them their texts said to to go to the first floor, and some of their texts said to go to the top floor. No one was aware that they were all getting these texts, so they snuck their way from Tate Theatre's reception hall to the Commons, hoping no one saw them on their way. Because by this point, everyone knew that when it came to G...

There was always something bigger at play.

PLEASE NOTE: As this is a continuation of the COMMENCEMENT WEEKEND EVENT, you still do not have to pause current threads, and you can still do starters preceeding this portion of the plot drop (as in at the DEAN'S RECEPTION or earlier in the evening of the COMMENCEMENT GALA). However, feel free to do as threads pertaining to this plot drop and your muses arriving at the Commons as you want - but take care not to pass it in the timeline by too much !!! And as always, DM the main with any questions or concerns !!! And finally, see below the cut for the lists of which students got sent to which floor -

FIRST FLOOR

g: come to the first floor of the commons, then, and this can all stop.

Eloise Abernathy

Henrietta Astor

Reina Azarolla

Jesse Hart

Logan Iyande

Samantha Jimenez

Nixie Linghui

Cara Morrison

Milo Navarro

Magnolia Rhodes

Monty Richler

Nathaniel Shaw

Jacqui Velazquez

Leaky Wright

Ronan Zeng

THE NEPO BABY

THE MISCREANT

THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS

TOP FLOOR

g: come to the top floor of commons, then, and this can all stop.

Ida Clarke

Link Crawford

Nova Dodson

Sassa Fiske

Charlie Fletcher

Carmen Hearst

Ollie Inoue

Courtney Mills

Edward Morrison

Alethea Pierce

Ginger Quinn

Anya Saetang

Emma Thompson

Natalia Vega

Parker Walsh

Mari Zuko

THE COOL LOSER

THE BUSYBODY

#ogdenplot #ogdenevent #ogden commencement 2023

[aletheapierce]

closed starter: @n8-shaw​ when: october 15  where: outside a house party

the party hadn’t been a rager, more of a easy-going kickback as people milled in and out, alethea being one of them. but they weren’t finding much comfort or fun with the loosely familiar faces or strangers who smiled at her and handed her red plastic cups. was it the company or the party? they weren’t completely sure so instead they had wandered outside, settling on the sidewalk, their knees tucked up toward the chest. 

and a familiar face walked by, causing alethea to look up, offering a small smile. “nate! hey!” they called with a wave, staying seated but moved to allow space in case he wanted to join. “been a minute since i’ve seen you.” she smiled at him, a mixture of curiosity and hopefulness. 

#{{ interaction -- nate }} #n8-shaw

[boobasprite]

Christopher L G Hill: encapsulated

an exhibition of paintings,

an archive of bags,

a group show featuring:

Dan Arps, Hugo Blomley, Nicola Blumenthal, Stella Corkery, Matt Hinkley, Kenji Ide, Carmen - Sibha Keiso, Michael Kennedy, Joel Kirkham, Gian Manik, Josh Minkus, Nao Osada, Conor O'Shea, Jasmine Pickup, Adriana Ramić, Masato Takasaka (and Stephen Bram), Matthew Ware, Alexander Whitehouse, Hee Joon Youn, and maybe more... and the 10th issue of Endless (encapsulated) Lonely Planet, featuring:

Cameron Allen McKean, Dan Arps, Hugo Blomley, Nicola Blumenthal, Stephen Bram, Jack Colee, counterfeitnessfirst, Stella Corkery, Renee Cosgrave, Abella D'Adamo, Gabriella D'Costa, Alethea Everard, Lewis Fidock (Campbell the swaggie, wandering poet Maldon), Yani Florence, Matt Hinkley, Caesar Florence Howard, Kenji Ide, Carmen - Sibha Keiso, Michael Kennedy, Joel Kirkham, Lei Lei Kung, Piotr Łakomy, Gian Manik, Kate Meakin, Adelle Mills, Josh Minkus, Lloyd MST, Caeylen Fenelon Norris, Nao Osada, Conor O'Shea, Virginia Overell, Joshua Petherick, Jasmine Pickup, Andre Piguet, Owen Piper, Adriana Ramić, Luke Sands,Masato Takasaka, Matthew Ware, Alexander Whitehouse, Fiona Williams, Hee Joon Youn... To encapsulate the individual, overlapping with others is necessary. We are an amalgamation of our interactions with other individuals, in relation to other individuals. I don't think this can be fully solidified. Connections are meaningful and loose, conversational, old and new, ongoing and momentary, held and collected.

encapsulated is an overlap of the form of the solo show, collection/archive, facilitated group show and publication.

The 'solo' show is of small hobbyist paintings that are as much about painting as they are about the extended language of painting, drawing, comics, cartoons, seepage, mist, chaos, nihilism, anarchy, poetry, ect. As well as these paintings, there are three approximately 15 year old "endless paintings" which continue this extended language; without a finish point, having had layers added at least once every three months for the last 15 years plus.

The facilitated group show did not have a definitive plan aside from the aforementioned conversation of show within a show, and the idea of encapsulation. How artworks function as independent and overlapping with the other works in a group show has always interested me, and others I'm sure. Do artworks encourage new readings with the artworks across from them?

Encapsulated in an built enclosure, in autonomy from the two other shows, framed, but still in conversation with my paintings and my collection of plastic bags.

The collection of plastic bags creates a bunting or ribbon around the other layers of the exhibition. They continue a conversation with what is internal/contained and what is shared/spread. Plastic bags collect other things, yet are also becoming less and less common for obvious environmental reasons. For me they hold memories of trips overseas and of improvised holding they have held over the years. A thin layer, a temporary yet sadly very permanent membrane with very little value, a dancer in American Beauty,  a great improviser, sharer of lemons and second hand jumpers, a Vomir face covering, a shoe, a handbag, a balloon, a home.

This premise hopes to mirror and encourage an openness of what it means to be a person or artist, and how that always overlaps with other practices and personhoods. Perhaps the show becomes it's own self, perhaps it extends the people taking part, myself included.

Stonehenge Vacuum (Masato Takasaka and Christopher L G Hill) will cut the ribbon so to speak; to open the show with vibrations of guitar strings.

With love Chris, us, them, etc.

[danalberard]

10 Sponge Candy Spots Only Locals Know About

I’m a mom of two small kids. That means in our house, the world revolves around the impending arrival of Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the chocolatey gifts they bear. But at Valentine’s Day, a little bit of chocolate-fueled selfishness takes over and I find myself craving the sweets all for myself.

And my preferred chocolatey treat? That would be sponge candy. (I’m from Buffalo and I have a sponge candy addiction so it makes perfect sense.) Buffalo’s signature sweet, made of crunchy honeycomb toffee and enrobed in chocolate, has been a shelf staple at all of our local chocolatiers for decades.  Some may debate which shop makes it best but honestly, I’ve never met a piece of that chocolatey goodness I didn’t love.  

Sure, Fowler’s and Watson’s have become household names when it comes to sponge candy, but here’s a list of 10 more sponge candy makers only the locals know about:

Alethea’s Chocolates, 8301 Main Street, Williamsville Named after the family’s great-grandmother, Alethea’s is the most darling chocolate shop you’ve ever seen. And their sponge candy? The gold standard in a lot of locals’ minds.  Always fresh and the highest quality of chocolate is evident in every bite.

Sponge candy being made at Alethea’s

Park Edge Sweet Shoppe, 325 Abbott Road, Buffalo They toss aside your traditional square-shaped candy and sell sponge candy STICKS. It’s like 3 pieces of sponge candy in one, which is obviously a good thing. The inside is perfectly crisp and the chocolate coating is sinfully sweet.

Family Chocolate Shoppe, 10295 Main Street, Clarence Tucked into a plaza along Main Street in Clarence, this family operation makes some of the tastiest sponge candy that the residents of this small town have been raving about for years.

Oh Pour L’Amour Du Chocolat, 4476 Main Street, Amherst One step inside this artisanal chocolate boutique and you’ll want to scoop up everything on the shelves. Their sponge candy – coated in milk, dark or orange chocolate – is ridiculously fresh. Every bite is exactly what a bite of sponge candy should taste like.

Delicious sponge from Oh Pour L’Amour

Ko-ed Candies, 285 Abbott Road, Buffalo They’re celebrating over 60 years of cranking out some of the sweetest treats in town!  Their sponge candy puts them on the map but their other confections should not be ignored. While I’m sure South Buffalo would love to keep this little gem all to themselves, we can’t help but share it with YOU!  It’s just too good not to.

Sweet Jenny’s, 5732 Main Street, Williamsville Surely the village holds this old-fashioned chocolate shop near and dear to its heart considering they reside inside the village’s historic water mill built 200 years ago. Chocolate lovers, on the other hand, hold Sweet Jenny’s in high regard thanks to their delicious sponge candy and other delightful confections.

Parkside Candy, 3208 Main Street, Buffalo While they have many locations around town, their Main Street location in Buffalo is downright adorable. This chocolate shop / ice cream parlor is straight out of 1927 when they opened their doors to the public and their sponge candy is straight up amazing.  Swing by for a bit of nostalgia and a bite of deliciousness.

Parkside Candy’s old-fashioned interior – photo courtesy of Parkside Candy

Wahl’s Candies, 130 Losson Road, Cheektowaga Head to Losson Road in Cheektowaga to sample some of Wahl’s tasty sponge candy.  This family-owned business has quite the candy-making operation underway at their sizable facility.

Mike’s Homemade Candies, 2110 Clinton Street, Buffalo Since 1958, Mike’s has been hard at work making delectable treats for the Kaisertown neighborhood. Even roadfood.com, the website of legendary food writer Michael Stern, had this to say about Mike’s. “At Mike’s, however, the sponge part of the candy truly does melt away on the tongue, leaving only the sweet taste of pure, homemade molasses-touched dark chocolate.”

Platter’s Chocolates, 908 Niagara Falls Boulevard, North Tonawanda They’ve been a mainstay in Western New York since 1938 and their sponge candy is what keeps locals flocking in their doors.  If you’re looking for an option beyond just milk and dark, give their peanut butter sponge candy a try!

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