WXNA Comes Alive
On a cool fall Saturday afternoon at Drifter’s BBQ in East Nashville, a mix of music filled the air—hot rhythm
On a cool fall Saturday afternoon at Drifter’s BBQ in East Nashville, a mix of music filled the air—hot rhythm
When she was seven years old, twin moments of certainty in two fields of endeavor proved prophetic for Alicia Witt
Stepping into the world of Devin Drake’s artwork requires an adjustment of scale. It’s a world of familiar streets scenes, buildings, and architectural details
Ask Patrick Clifford, “The Pope of Five Points,” what his favorite hangs are and get ready for a long list. “I love music, and I live in The Basement East,” he says.
The Marty Stuart story is like a well-plotted drama. Act one began early. A music fan almost from birth, Stuart
It’s been 37 years since the release of City Without A Subway, the landmark 1986 compilation album of the Nashville
In early 1986, Nashville’s emerging rock scene took center stage at two pivotal events, beginning with the inaugural NEA Rock
Joy Oladokun found her purpose and her voice when she was 10 years old. The year was 2002, and the moment arrived in the form of a video of singer-songwriter Tracy Chapman performing at London’s Wembley Stadium for Nelson Mandela’s 70th birthday.
In the winter of 1981, a 21-year-old Amy Grant arrived at the renowned Caribou Ranch recording studio in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado to record the tracks for her fourth album, Age to Age. An album that changed her life completely.
In the summer of 2015, the album that would become Margo Price’s breakout debut, Midwest Farmer’s Daughter, had been sitting in the can for months. A disastrous summer tour left her and her husband, Jeremy Ivey, broke and disgusted. Record label rejections were piling up.
The year 1976 may have been “Year Zero” for punk rock in London, New York, and a few other scattered cities, but in Nashville, anarchy was in short supply.
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I recently celebrated the anniversary of one of my most significant life events. Fifty years ago, I officially became a comic book fan.
Just because a doctor tells you something [about your prospects in life] it doesn’t mean that it’s true.”
I’ve been thinking about change a lot lately. Not the kind that rattles in your pocket, but CHANGE. The big kind. The kind that’s always waiting around the corner like a discarded banana peel ready to send you for a tumble; the kind that you might dodge for while or force back temporarily but will return — perhaps in a different form.
After languishing for years in real estate limbo, the former Memorial Hospital site at 612 Due West Boulevard appears to have a bright future.
Walking through the entrance of Eastside Bowl on Gallatin Pike is a doorway to wowsville. Atomic Age stars, triangles, and swoops surround you like a cloud of buzzing electrons.