I would have bet you on Walter Cronkite surviving till Monday at least, just to beat The Reaper to the deadline for the 40th anniversary of his marathon coverage of the first manned moon landing. I wo

In the summer of ’77, Birmingham bustled with all manner of retail businesses, most of which no longer exist. In a cubbyhole of Fritz Woehle’s open-air attic on 10th Terrace South, known then as the G

Somebody said, “That’s a strange tattoo You have on the side of your head.” I said, “That’s a blue print, left by the coal Just a little more and I’d be dead.” – “

Before there was Woodstock, there was Atlanta Pop. Forty years ago this weekend, an unimaginable multitude descended upon the Peach State for a weekend of peace and music that essentially marked the b

Six-dollar beer at City Stages? Nuts. A bunch of the boys were whooping it up at the annual post-festival deconstruction, sponsored by Advil, trying to pin down the reasons why our town’s preeminen

The Sunday afternoon before City Stages, Steve Ellis brought me over to the Homewood Library to attend a meeting of the Birmingham Record Collectors, which is pretty funny, since I am unaware that Ste

Frank Buckles. Do you know his name? He’s the last living American veteran of World War I, still standing Army strong at age 108. Age daily thins the ranks of World War II veterans as well, so in rem

Monday night, if you are so inclined, you will see something on your television that hasn't been seen in 17 years: somebody besides Jay Leno as principal host of The Tonight Show. It is a sign of t

The Acoustic Café sets the standard for sylvan concert settings in these parts. John Cowan is peerless when it comes to performing sophisticated acoustic music. It’s about time these two got together.

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