The idea that they’ve sired something magically, musically alt-original sends Brian Venable’s eyes rolling.

“We’re in a college town,” says Heath Truitt. “This what you’re supposed to do.”

All of a sudden, Auburn was the center of the South’s musical map.

Auburn’s almost-famous rock’n’roll luminary stared straight ahead, smiled, then nodded. “Yes, the stories are true.”

Per the ‘77 Glom, only 1,500 students bought one of the 4,700 tickets put on sale for what turned out to be a non-stop 2 and a half hour Young Springsteen rockgasm at Beard-Eaves.

People talk of the orange’n’blue haze, the claustrophobic Tiger Walk, the never-before-or-since ‘lectricity.
But when trying to gauge just how big Alabama’s first trip to Jordan-Hare was, consider the 3 minutes and 33 seconds of “Our House,” track 13 from 1989’s all-but-extinct “Auburn Blue” album: the first time Auburn Spirit was ever set to rap.*
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Cross Canadian Ragweed meets ubiquitous Alabama kudzu Thursday night at SkyBar.

Sally Tee explores the underworld of the once-long-now-short-haired vampires of Auburn rock.

Royal Bangs dig Michael Jackson so much it’s creepy.

The Haints toured six times in the past year and were only deported once