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The Steel Rail effect

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Buntology & crew made some new friends when they rocked out to The Glisten Effect last weekend at Fired Up in Westfield, Mass.

The four-piece band, comprised of Dom Mazzolli (lead vocals, guitar, trumpet), Nicolas Gringas (vocals, keyboards), Ryan Andrews (bass), Nate Kielb (drums, vocals), are Westfield natives, and played a super fun show Saturday night.

The first set included a cover of RHCP’s “Suck my Kiss,” “Business Time” (from “Flight of the Conchords), and sickk drum and bass solos. They ended by letting the crowd know they had some Pink Floyd up their sleeve…

Your new favorite drink [by Alicia]

The ever-generous Peels, serving me up a Coked-Up Caucasian.

OK, get out a pen, beverage connoisseurs, because Home Plate bartender “Peels” has your new favorite cocktail. It took a little cajoling and coaxing from me, but Peels finally gave up the recipe to this secret edition White Russian. I’m gonna call it … the Coked-Up Caucasian.

Everyone in the Eagle newsroom was buzzing about this drink last weekend, so I felt it was Buntology’s duty to test it out. I dragged some colleagues along to the Plate last night to fulfill that obligation.

Melly does Trento! [#1]

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Ciao! and hello fellow Buntology fans, freaks and fanatics. My name is Melissa Friedman and like yourselves I share a deep love for this site. Unlike many of you however, I also share genes with the lovely ladies behind the magic (yes, I am related to the Bunt sisters and yes, it is awesome). I am 21 years old (procreating at the same time seemed to be a trend in our family), I study at Binghamton University in upstate New York and I am finishing up my last semester abroad in Trento, Italy.

With any luck I will spend the next five months eating really kick-ass food, drinking wine, and riding around on Vespas with hot foreign men. My cousins have asked me to write a travel log for the site, and while I am no English major (I’m an Italian major, my main goals in life consist of the previous sentence), I am hoping not to let them or anyone else in the Buntology family down.

The ticket is bought, the suitcases are packed, and my mom has already cried about 10 times. All that’s left is to go!

This is the first in a series of travel logs chronicling [cousin, niece] Melissa’s semester in Trento, Italy. Mel left for Italy on Monday – with any luck, she’s already got a “caldo uomo.” According to iGoogle translate, that’s “hot man” in Italian.

Our dad used to be called “The Copper Snake”

Ahh, young love. Rochelle describes (some of) how she and Rod got together. Bunt history like you never dreamed of! Or maybe you did.
This is how we picture our parents' courtship.

Several weeks ago, John Travolta was thrown into the spotlight when his son Jett died suddenly from what turned out to be a seizure. The media and the public couldn’t wait to place blame for the tragedy on the Travolta’s belief in Scientology and the apparent rumor that they refused the medical treatment that may have saved their son.

I have no idea what happened or what the truth is. I do know that every religion has beliefs that those outside that religion question and see as odd. I also know that losing a child feels the same in any religion and they are suffering. Money and fame are meaningless at times like that.
That being said, I have to tell you I feel a special closeness to John Travolta.

Although it seems heaven-sent … [by Alicia]

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I’ve wanted to write about all the recent Obama hip-hop – I consider myself the official Buntology rap expert – but apparently I waited too long, because there are already a ton of articles out about that. So I’ll just tell you my five favorite joints – and why you should download them.

I knew B was hip-hop since the primaries, when he alluded to a Jay-Z song in a rally after a debate with Hillary. Maureen Dowd, a New York Times columnist, wrote at the time:

It had to be the first time in history that a presidential candidate had a hip-hop moment.

Barack Obama, who says he listens to Jay-Z along with his “old school guy” favorites like Earth, Wind & Fire and the Temptations, alluded to the rapper’s 2003 hit “Dirt Off Your Shoulder” on Thursday to sweep away concerns about his pugnacity.

After conceding that the Philly debate was tough, he brushed the imaginary lint of Hillary, George and Charlie from his shoulders, in a wordless reference to Jay-Z’s lyrics in his anthem about not letting anyone crimp your ride as you cruise from the bottom to the top: “Got some, dirt on my shoulder, could you brush it off for me?”

There’s no doubt the cat is cool.

The technology has failed us!

UPDATE:  All better!

Through some sort of wild glitch, our fancy new logo that Travis “T-Pain” Pinsonnault designed for us has disappeared. Along with all our site art. So our logo has gone vintage until we figure this situation out.

In the meantime, check out the latest in Buntology fashion by the merchandise mistress herself, Miss Christina Razionale.

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good band, good bar, good times [by angela]

My friends and I celebrated our roommate’s birthday Saturday by hitting up Brew Too,a sweet little bar in Southwick,

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Mass. We didn’t know what to expect, other than a cover band that played a lot of Grateful Dead and cheap beer. Although the beer wasn’t that cheap, the band was damn good. Whiskey Junction was their name, and not only did they put on an awesome show, but they were kind enough to wish our friend a happy birthday! Oh, and they plugged the hell out of Buntology.

A cold Obamarama

So many people have asked me, “Hey, Alicia, how was the inauguration?” But the tone of voice people use when asking this – a little envious, a little excited – really means “How TOTALLY AWESOME was the inauguration? Did it change you as a person?”

I’m not sure what I should tell people. The truth is very harsh, and I want people to stay excited, to think it was just about the coolest, most historic thing ever. But I don’t want to feed my friends and family straight lies. So I’ve been telling a blunted version of the truth.

This dude was playing a bongo and it made the immediate area seem more like a festival. The old gent was dancing and legitimately screaming about Obama and change. The drummer was starting to get annoyed.
This dude was playing a bongo and it made the immediate area seem more like a festival. The old gent was dancing and legitimately screaming about Obama and change. The drummer was starting to get annoyed.

The truth is, I’m trying to block out Buntology’s trip to Washington like a bad acid trip.