Drove past this place today. I guess it’s now called “ Poize “ Its a shitty bar in the dirty part of the city, lost inside this fucked up world. It may not look like much to the cars and people that pass by it, and the truth is they could never understand what went on inside these walls. To me and many people in Buffalo and the surrounding area this will always be the River Rock Cafe, and the memories made inside this place will always be the biggest part of me. I know most people reading this have their own club or hall or house that introduced them to the beauty and magic of Hardcore. I think about the amazing people who became part of my life right here . Taking the bus or whatever crazy plan me and Jay would make up to get to the shows . The youthful bands that came from out of town to share with us their style and sound. The local bands and the bonds we formed and all the crazy shit we used to get into. Playing my first hardcore show on this stage. Dancing hard for every band cause that’s what we did . What the lyrics made us feel and taught us about life. The larger then life characters of the scene and the lore surrounding them. Recording terrible demos and making layouts with art our friends drew . The zines we put together at Kinkos and shows we booked and labels we started, as kids. Knowing nothing but just creating and building a scene so true and so pure. I don’t wanna think about the competition and fights and gossip and egos that grows from this scene. Not today , fuck all that. I’m thinking about just how truly amazing HC is at its essence and what it’s done for me and so many people I love. Buffalo Hardcore forever. Terror Crew - Tired and True. Be there for each other and remember what this is really all about.