In July 2013, George Zimmerman was acquitted for the murder of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin. It threw Jake Blount into crisis. Blount, like Martin, was a teenager at the time. And Blount, like Martin, is African American. Growing up in the […]
Corbie Hill is a freelance journalist who lives and works on three wooded acres in Pittsboro, North Carolina, with his wife and two daughters. He is afraid of heights.
In July 2013, George Zimmerman was acquitted for the murder of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin. It threw Jake Blount into crisis. Blount, like Martin, was a teenager at the time. And Blount, like Martin, is African American. Growing up in the […]
It’s always fulfilling to hear something new in a song that’s been recorded time and time again. That’s what brings many of us to traditional music. In Jake Xerxes Fussell’s take on “Jubilee,” it’s the ease with which the Durham, […]
There’s a lot to march about in 2019. Violent nationalism is on the rise in the US and worldwide. A staggering number of Americans can’t make a living wage. The president of the United States openly attacks the free press […]
Sarah Silverman’s comedy special A Speck of Dust is seriously good. At one point, she takes aim at the romantic cliché of needing another person to “complete you,” to which Silverman blurts “I need you to come whole!” And of […]
There are so many hours between nightfall and dawn — so, so many hours. Cops and EMTs see these hours, but I can’t imagine they’re any fun for them. The same is likely true for ER doctors, 911 dispatchers, firefighters, […]
Sometimes music doesn’t weigh a thing. That was the Grateful Dead’s secret, right? That’s why it never mattered if these jam giants stumbled haplessly through a set. The music never weighed a thing, and everyone onstage and off was just […]
The first proper song on Amanda Palmer’s There Will Be No Intermission opens with the maniacal tinkle of circus piano and then a gently tragic waltz, as Palmer sings “everyone’s reaching to put on a seatbelt / but this kind […]
Nostalgia needs selective memory like yeast needs sugar. The latter feeds the former. And what you get when an artist goes full-bore nostalgic is reductive music, pure affectation with zero context or heart. Thing is, SUSTO’s new Ever Since I […]
EDITOR’S NOTE: This story is an extension of the exploration in our Fall-Winter journal of innovation in the way people make, share, and use music. For more stories on the Innovation theme, check out the Fall-Winter journal here. The Sheriffs are a […]
Blues Traveler was blasting at the gym the other day — just plain blasting. Even over the Jason Isbell in my headphones I could hear an aimless harmonica circling endlessly. For a second I could identify the song (hey — […]
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