|By: Glenn W. Smith Sunday November 27, 2011 9:30 am|
Hawaiian slack-key guitarist Makana didn’t exactly put his life on the line when he sang his protest song, “We are the Many,” to President Obama and other leaders at the Asian-Pacific Economic Conference dinner. But he did pull off a gutsy, well-meaning public relations coup on behalf of the global Occupy movement.
|By: CTuttle Sunday August 7, 2011 10:00 pm|
|By: Glenn W. Smith Sunday July 17, 2011 9:30 am|
Somewhere over my computer screen is a modest group of thoughtful, worried, anxious and maybe hopeful folk who happened upon these words by choice or accident. Writers, communicating from a distance, have a moral responsibility to imagine their readers as individual embodied beings with their own histories, victories, challenges and tragedies.
A good writer’s motto: There are stories in readers’ eyes that are more poignant than your own.
|By: CTuttle Sunday June 5, 2011 10:00 pm|
The Byrds Live – The times they are a changin’
|By: Suzanne Wednesday April 13, 2011 10:00 pm|
|By: Glenn W. Smith Sunday January 16, 2011 9:30 am|
There was a frightening heaviness to the days following the Tucson shootings. Some years ago, Italo Calvino perfectly described the feeling I had last week: At certain moments I felt that the entire world was turning into stone: a slow petrification, more or less advanced depending on people and places but one that spared no [...]
|By: Lisa Derrick Monday January 3, 2011 5:00 pm|
Set against the backdrop of the 1960s through the end of the Vietnam War, Phil Ochs: There but for Fortune traces the life and music of singer songwriter Phil Ochs, who committed suicide in 1976. Ochs was a driven artist and activist who sense of social justice was at times in conflict with his desire for recognition, a tragic American hero with a history of bipolar disorder whose life and work was deeply enmeshed with the cultural and political tapestry of his time.
|By: Glenn W. Smith Sunday June 13, 2010 9:30 am|
I was 18, skinny, out of money and in New Orleans for the first time after some Appalachian adventures and a visit to Nixon’s D.C. I faked a cocky walk into a French Quarter piano bar and stayed until closing time when the brunette singer in a sequined costume gown took pity on me. We [...]