Copyright 2007 Ben S. Pollock Lucinda Williams brings out passions in people. It’s not as black or white as love her or hate her, though that’s what’s you hear. Here at Shady Hill manse, the instant that My Beloved or I hear she’s coming to sing, we tell our friends then buy tickets. While Fayettevillians […]
It’s time to concede this one, this long-standing argument with My Beloved. Not argument, debate. No, discussion, a … philosophical discussion. We must define the frame. Any of these words can turn in reflection to “fight.” Even “conversation” is loaded. Healthy couples have conversations. A conversation at its meekest is where participants agree. Such a […]
This has been quite a week for culture in the Ozarks. Just a while ago KHOG interrupted ABC’s The View for a news bulletin: Was another cop shot? Last week, a couple of local stations broadcast a slain police officer’s funeral live. Today, it was to report that sources have identified the new basketball coach […]
*A line, near the end of The Music Man. I wasn’t the only one Saturday afternoon on Fayetteville’s Dickson Street to ask about the latest funereal Mardi Gras parade. A friend asked me the question, near the Walton Arts Center, before I had a chance to make my semiannual whine. An ally! Fayetteville in recent […]
It’s not that I see a lot of concerts. I don’t. So in the context of relative superlatives let it be henceforth: Sunday’s concert of the Dave Brubeck Quartet followed by the Ramsey Lewis Trio was the best jazz concert I have ever seen. This includes seeing Mr. Brubeck in Little Rock in 1993, ’94 […]
No hounding of the buskervilles. We have a word for it: busking. It’s the practice of a musician (maybe a duet or trio) performing on a street corner, with a hat or open instrument case right there, for tips. Towns trying to encourage tourism often encourage busking, until shopkeepers get annoyed. Above my standup desk […]