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Colorful Chaos: Graffiti in Greensboro

May 3rd, 2013 | By
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ShareTweetWheat paste and sweat, stencils and cigarette burns. You can find them in train yards, risking their lives and toes for a prime tagging spot. Others can be found in back alleys, side streets, and behind dingy bars. Greensboro may not have the biggest graffiti scene in the world, or even in North Carolina, but
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They Keep America Writing

Nov 29th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetEver since I have lived in Greensboro, I’ve wondered what happened inside Industries of the Blind (IOB for short), the imposing and windowless building located on 920 West Lee Street. I was able to discover just that when my friend Jess Loer and I were privileged enough to be given a tour of the facilities
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The Writing on the Wall

Oct 25th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetNew York Pizza, a pizzeria and bar located on Tate Street, has kept the same paint job for most of the 25 years it’s been in business. Eric Moss, local artist and NYP’s own bar tender extraordinaire, has changed all that.  Moss started by painting its drink specials in brightly colored and intricate graffiti styled lettering
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Lunch at Food Truck Boulevard

Oct 24th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweet  On Monday, October 22, a team of Avant Greensboro writers & friends visited downtown Greensboro’s food trucks, which are allowed to operate four trucks at a time on Commerce Place. They’re taking part in a pilot program, a taste-test if you will, to collect data for the City Council’s reevaluation of its current ordinance,
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Jealous Monkeys and Sexy Movies: An Interview with Wil Davis

Sep 25th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetA couple months ago, Wil Davis and I were hanging out at my place smoking cheap cigarettes and drinking cheaper beer. Well, Wil was drinking as I engrossed myself with the video game Red Dead Redemption with a cigarette dangling from my lips. I was busy shooting up innocent town folk at some Western locale
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Resurrecting “The Talking Dead”

Aug 22nd, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetDaily Planet’s latest album, “The Talking Dead”, is unexpected. Not unexpected as in it’s quality, I knew it was going to be a great album, but in the scope of it’s content. The opening track, “Venting”, features a sample from Dario Argento’s classic horror film “Suspiria”. The ninth track, “Villainous” references everything from Pokemon’s Team
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Purrrlesque: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Burlesque

Aug 6th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetI was nursing a PBR on the patio outside NYP trying to figure out what I wanted to do for my next Avant Greensboro article when a tall, lanky man dressed in a t-shirt and skirt starting passing around flyers for his troupe, Purrrlesque. He introduced himself as Stage Slave Gavin as he handed me
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Revealing Parts Unknown

Apr 18th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetI bought my first comic when I was five during a family vacation to Ocracoke Island. We were at a drug store buying toiletries and I saw The Punisher War Journal staring at me from the comic stands near the magazines. It was love at first sight. When I moved to Greensboro, I became a
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Coffee, Beads, and Magick, Oh My!

Apr 5th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetI’ve been friends with Whitney McDavid since she turned 21 a few years ago. We bonded over our love of cheap cigarettes and cheaper beer. Shortly after befriending her I found out her dad, Allan McDavid, and her step mom, Sarah McDavid, own Terra Blue which is a coffee/new age shop a block down from
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Saving the Day with Daily Planet

Apr 4th, 2012 | By
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ShareTweetI’ve known Eric Murphy, better known as his alter ego Daily Planet, for years now. Back in the summer of 2010 Murphy, Harrison Barrow, myself, and a host of our friends would drink ourselves into oblivion on our friend Pete’s porch while listening to classic Motown and fucking with pedestrians. I’ve meant to get around to
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