Category Archives: Brick Bats Reportage

Real reporting: incomplete, unbalanced — but fair.

Steve and Steve, Paul and John

Steve Woz­niak of all peo­ple showed up in Fayet­teville, Ark., for a cam­pus speech Sun­day night. He spoke engag­ingly for a senior sta­tus wonk-nerd-geek — he is 62. Is there humil­ity in a guy like that? Yes, after a fash­ion. “Woz” is cer­tainly an elec­tron­ics genius fol­low­ing a child­hood as a cer­ti­fied math prodigy (lit­er­ally, he

Euphonium Rocks!

Unem­ploy­ment dur­ing the Good Depres­sion is no time to be extrav­a­gant. I tend to be stingy dur­ing good times as well, but blow­ing a fair amount of money for top seats for The Who on Valentine’s night in Tulsa was crazy-right. The stop was on their Quadrophe­nia 2012–13 tour, play­ing through that dou­ble album then

Concerti on Love in Minor Keys

TULSA — We left Okla­homa six days ago, but the mem­o­ries are fresh, details helped by notes on the Oct. 14 Neil Young con­cert. The show, over­all last­ing 3:40, amazed me. I expected a great time, and it sur­passed that. Reviews remain a par­a­sitic genre: You should’ve been there. Care­ful essays on Young’s cur­rent Alchemy con­cert

A Legacy of Carnegie

Lau­rence “Larry” Luck­in­bill should be a more famil­iar name. Sure, he’s from Fort Smith and I’ve seen a num­ber of his movies, but if you start think­ing about all those solid char­ac­ter actors from say child­hood on — sigh, it’s a lot of folks. Why it was just the week before last that a stray Face­book

Crotchety Old Ppl

Copy­right 2011 Ben S. Pol­lock Reflec­tions on the Paul Simon con­cert at Kansas City’s Mid­land The­ater on Tues­day, Nov. 8, 2011 KANSAS CITY, Mo. — When a con­ver­sa­tion turns to pop­u­lar music, some­times one is lec­tured on who has the defin­i­tive voice of the gen­er­a­tion. Most of the time one learns it’s Bob Dylan. A dis­senter

A Columnist’s Scrapbook

The fol­low­ing is my president’s col­umn for the June 2011 edi­tion of the monthly newslet­ter of the National Soci­ety of News­pa­per Colum­nists. The NSNC Con­fer­ence, three days out of 365, is a high­light of my year. Appar­ently, I mustn’t have a life. Actu­ally, I do have a grand life, and NSNC has been a huge

Hail to The Chieftains

Before The Chief­tains review — which it’s not, because I lost my Lamy Al-Star pen fol­low­ing a dis­as­ter of a restau­rant meal so I couldn’t take notes — a round­about. I try to be a jack of all jour­nal­ism tricks. I even cov­ered a lec­ture and poetry read­ing by ex-NBA star Tom Mesch­ery in about

PEG o’ My Heart

Last year, which is to say 11 days ago, Brick described the local cable com­pany as reneg­ing on its agree­ment with area gov­ern­ments by mov­ing the local access chan­nels from its cheap­est tiers, ana­log cable, to the more costly dig­i­tal ones. This post­ing pro­voked inter­est among Face­book friends. They gave con­flict­ing sto­ries, hence some infor­mal

Over and Under

Colum­nist Stu Bykof­sky of the Philadel­phia Daily News, despite being quite the extro­vert, rarely finds him­self a news sub­ject. It’s because he’s first a jour­nal­ist, although with his in-your-face style, that might seem sur­pris­ing. This week, how­ever, Bykof­sky has landed in the cable yaks war, “yaks” being those chat-show hosts on the 24/7 news/comment chan­nels,

Rock in Rococo

A con­cert by Mark Knopfler and his band, seen April 21 in Kansas City, pro­mot­ing his album Get Lucky, was tremen­dous. If you live within 250 miles (the dis­tance from Fayet­teville, as it hap­pens) and have some extra 20s for tick­ets, try to see it; oth­er­wise lis­ten to the record. Though usu­ally fea­tur­ing elec­tric instru­ments,