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.
About a half-dozen people gather among the small, flat grave markers at Hills of Calvary Memorial Park on All Saints Day, under an open canopy of cloudy sky. Among them are a few local pastors, social workers, citizen supporters, and a singer, all standing in a small semicircle.
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.
Maaan, there’s a story there!” — you think when you first lay eyes on the “Dream Forest” sculptures at Four Seasons Hotel and Residences on First Avenue and Demonbreun.
“I’ve been drawn to working with people on the margins of our society for as long as I can remember. I think it’s because I grew up always feeling like an outsider who didn’t quite fit in anywhere I went. When I realized that you could build a career in that space, I was all in.”
Democracy is like an odd house mistress. She welcomes anyone into her home and “rent” is, simply, your vote.
