I believe that a music zone exists. It's a strange place where beauty hangs out in our hearts, the place where we feel a song's ghetto depth or sweet rise, the moment when a tune makes a certai
It was the summer after sixth grade. A typical dog day in Cincinnati -- the land was parched, yellow and thirsty; I swore I could hear the grass make sucking sounds. All around, dry lips were crack
Tonight The Tillers play for bar tips. But they've also been known to busk Clifton's street corners for burritos and dimes. For these three, it's not about scoring the prettiest stage. It's
As far as religion goes, some would say I'm a mess. Get this: Dad's Mom, Mimi, is a devout Catholic. At one time, she considered becoming a nun. At 91, armed with a wheelchair, she never misses Mas
Once. Black. Jeremy. Why Go. Mention those words and I'm thrown back into the pits of the '90s, when Grunge devoured the music world. A true Alternative hurricane. Although I followed Pearl Jam cros
At Sitwell's, The Newbees are on an electric high, jazzed-up from a Beatles tribute they just played over the weekend. All multi-instrumentalists and songwriters, they constantly share the spotl
Last month at the Laundromat, while sorting my clothes for the washer, I gave up, stuffing socks and shirts wherever they freaking fit. Trouble came marching toward me while I slipped coins in slot
The four members of Buckra cut it up like brothers. Feels like they shoot me with a hit of natural laugh medicine. Sarcastic humor = love. Not surprising how much they gel, considering Buckra's
"Indie Rock with blurred edges" might be how Junior Revolution describes their sound, but I'm head-scratching here. Think of Cake, the band. When you listen to those puppies, you might jam alo
I thought it'd be easy. I had no idea what I was facing. Wicked, flu-like symptoms. Achy, weak and lightheaded, I was overcome by a stinking depression. I crawled in to work, but when my boss stud