Album Review: Egg Cracked, The Bird Went Wild
My muddled childhood impression of Willie revolves around his distinctive long hair and dress: cowboy boots and flannel shirt, which…
My muddled childhood impression of Willie revolves around his distinctive long hair and dress: cowboy boots and flannel shirt, which…
On April 23, 1949, a month after signing a contract with a Madison Avenue publisher for his first novel The…
With his lawless mane of dirty-blond locks, the sort of facial kudzu familiar from photos of Civil War officers, and…
We said last year in our review of George Bilgere's poetry that, "It’s the self-appraisal and introspection that not everyone…
In the wake of Prometheus, the Alien franchise has once again come into the spotlight. Opinions on the four film…
I went with Eileen, my best friend’s mom, down to Detroit Metro Airport to pick her up. The crowded areas,…
July 19, 2012 Ntellos Wireless Pavillion Charlottesville, VA It starts with the concert listing and ends with me walking away…
“In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.” ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams…
Robert Lietz says of his poetry, "In addition I spend a good deal of time taking, post-processing, and printing photographs…
Notes regarding a track review that blooms into a Southern summer story, music lessons, a record shop, the best punk…