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Helter Shelter
When I was 12 years old, I climbed up on the auditorium stage at Langley-Bath-Clearwater High School to play with a nameless garage band in the high-school talent show.
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Features
At City Hall last Tuesday night, a handful of Metro Council members buzzed with righteous indignation: did you hear that Pedro Garcia called council members “morons” (“Is Pedro Packing,” Dec. 15)?
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The Fabricator
Having succeeded in winning the “war on Christmas” by wishing their friends “happy holidays,” local liberals Ben and Jennifer Veirs have now declared war on the traditional New Year’s celebration.
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Features
On the morning of Jan. 28, 2002, a day his attorney would later describe as one of the worst of his life, Sam Davis opened the driver-side door to a city-owned truck as he’d done nearly every morning for 17 years working for the city of Brentwood.
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Letters
Letters from readers.
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Bizarre. Dance. Finland. We knew we were in for an evening of surprises and twisted revelry at the Prom Night/Mattoid/Jeff show at Exit/In last Thursday, but it still managed to exceed our already lofty expectations.
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Features
The Deliverance Banjo Boy done grown up, read some Flannery O’Connor, found Jesus, then got a gig as carnival barker.
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Dining
At 3 p.m. on a Saturday afternoon, Tin Angel restaurant was empty, two hours away from opening for dinner.
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Dining
Maggiano’s Little Italy not only casts a large shadow over West End, but on my dining calendar as well.
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Reviews
Contrary to the year’s entertainment reports, the movies didn’t die, Hollywood didn’t prepare to close shop and audiences didn’t leave theaters empty as they ran home to their enormo-screen HDTVs and DVD box sets.
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Books
Joanna Scott is often referred to as a “writer’s writer,” a term that typically means that her most ardent fans are fellow practitioners and that she is doomed forever to a small readership.
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Books
In his foreword to the anthology Music City Reader 2005: Great Writing on Country & Bluegrass Music (Music City Books, 240 pp.), Cajun fiddler Doug Kershaw writes that “sometimes you gotta cover a lot of miles in order to stand backstage somewhere.”
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If your New Year’s resolution is to rock, then there’s no better way to do it than with dollar PBRs and some sweaty rock ’n’ roll with the local bands who know how to party.
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Nashvillian of the Year
Poor in material wealth but rich in learning, the students at KIPP Academy (Class of 2013) are perfect poster children for charter schools
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Annual Manual
You’d never know from the smiles on these women’s faces that their husbands—infantry soldiers in the 101st Airborne Division—are thousands of miles away enduring a yearlong deployment in Iraq.
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Annual Manual
Ah, downtown revitalization. The sweet music is in the air.
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Annual Manual
It is 9:30 in East Nashville, a block off Five Points, and a group of burly guys stand in front of the listening room The 5 Spot smoking tiny brown cigarettes the size of lollipop sticks.
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Annual Manual
What does it mean to be a MySpace user these days? Since it’s currently the third most-visited site on the Internet, it means you follow the trends.
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Annual Manual
Nashville is the 22nd largest city in the United States. So why in God’s name does it have the 3rd largest legislative body, behind only New York and Chicago?
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Annual Manual
Industrial parks can make strange bedfellows. I find myself passing signs for both Death Row’s House of Horror and last month’s Iraqi Election polling venue before finally spying the sign I’m looking for: Boxing Resource Center.
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Annual Manual
Once a month, my 2-year-old son pulls a brand-new book, addressed just for him, out of the mailbox.
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Columns: First Person
The best kiss I’ve ever had was with an anarchist. He was wearing a faded brown sweatshirt, the same uniform he had worn some two years before when I first met him in a small, Central American mountain town.
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Columns: Stories
The Green Hills Abercrombie & Fitch shop window—art of a consumer culture—entreats mall rats to indulge in the Casual Luxury of hobo-distressed denim.
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Editorial
Even ink-stained wretches need vacations, so this week we offer some editorial highlights (lowlights?) from the year we’re about to leave behind.
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Columns: What I'm Driving At
In consideration of last week’s rearview-mirror examination of some automotive developments during the year now departing, it would seem that a bit of forecasting about cars’ and drivers’ prospects for 2006 is in order.
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SceneCast
Giving you a last vivid earful of 2005, your beloved Scenecast and ever-faithful host, Collin Wade Monk, drop sounds brighter that Dick Clark's balls.
