Okay... It's the 4th of July and the pressure's on-- Enjoy the holiday and the fireworks. Think of the country's cheer and join family and friends for a beer and a burger. Being the grump you are, all you really want is slip away into a theater and see something... But what...? Rampaging Robots? Iraq War casualties in the making...? Well, there are other alternatives such as celebrating the summer holiday through joy and celebration of cinematic musicals. On the heels (so to speak) of
Christopher Nelson by James Truitt The Saturday following the summer solstice was shaping up to be an eventful one. Between the spectacle of the Rock‘n’Roll Marathon, the unbeatable party-vibe of Pride, and an impromptu mass-moonwalk tribute going down on South Jackson St, there was a ton of great stuff set to happen all over our summer-crazed city. Add to that already mighty list the relatively under-publicized (and free!!!) Georgetown Music Festival — itself combing powers with Sea
A rainy evening in Tampa couldn’t put out the metal fire at the Brass Mug on Wednesday, July 1. I caught the last two bands of the evening, Seventh Rule Records labelmates Light Yourself on Fire (Tampa) and Wetnurse (NYC). Light Yourself on Fire Sadly, Scrog elected not to play a reunion show on this night. Luckily, Light Yourself on Fire, Tampa’s metalcore darlings, stepped in. Read more LYOF commentary from their recent show at New World Brewery. Light Yourself on
While Miley Cyrus is the most well known of Billy Ray Cyrus’s children, her siblings, both older and younger, have found much success of their own. Says Billy Ray , of his busy family: “They are all in the business. I wish I could say that Miley is the only one, but all my kids are artistic and love doing artistic things. I just tell all my kids to do what they love and to pursue their dreams – whatever that is. I wish they would all just enjoy sitting down on the farm and riding horses
Reading was my first love. In the interim between my fifth birthday and the day I discovered alcohol and boys (discoveries that, as I remember it, both occurred on the same thrilling day) I was a bona fide bookworm. I was the sort of child who jumped feet first into a book, much like those chirpy souls leaping into that street painting in Mary Poppins . Reading wasn’t just a cerebral activity: on opening a novel I experienced the sort of adrenaline rush and stomach butterflies that others might
