Features The Jonah PeopleHealing and redemption through the power of music By Chuck Allen Composer and trumpeter Hannibal Lokumbe. Photograph by Randy Kerr/Courtesy Nashville Symphony Hannibal Lokumbe’s spiritual journey to The Jonah People in his own words The sound of tumbling leaves upon the dark, dense pine-needled forest floor of Rosanky, Texas, awakened me to …
The first time I darkened the door at Exit/In was more than four decades ago to experience the Southern-style, prog/jazz/funk-isms of the Dixie Dregs. The face-melting paroxysms of guitarist Steve Morse’s chickin’ pickin’ jazz-on-moonshine riffs were mind blowing, especially up close and personal.
Democracy is like an odd house mistress. She welcomes anyone into her home and “rent” is, simply, your vote.
The last few years have certainly writ large the damaging effects of isolation. The stories we tell ourselves lose community cohesion and with it, empathy. Oddly enough, it seems that when I lose empathy for others, I also lose it for myself.
Welcome to The Nashvillian! We’re so glad you are here for our inaugural issue.
On the inside of Will Hoge’s left forearm is a tattoo of a motor scooter with a red line through it.
“No scooters,” he says, tilting his arm outward to illustrate his point. He half smiles, but he’s not kidding.
It’s no secret that an artist’s surroundings directly influence their output, but in the case of Lydia Luce’s new single “Matter of Time,” it isn’t so much about the beautiful nature in which the song was written.
