Stage, February 21, 2008 Superior Being Dennis Brown is a smarty pants: It's always so much fun when Dennis Brown tells us how much smarter and more mature he is than the...
Leon explains the nexus of glam rock and science.
Dear Mexican: Why won't Mexicans vote for a black man? Hillary Hater Dear Readers: Dozens of ustedes have sent the above question since the Iowa caucuses, forwarded mainstream...
Like her idols Mahalia Jackson and Nina Simone, Mavis Staples is a singer inextricably tied to the civil rights movement. It should have been no surprise then that her 2007...
Friends, we got trouble. Right here at the Bluebird. That's trouble with a capital T! And that rhymes with P! And that stands for "punk"! The Chicago-based "astounding circus...
If Albert Einstein's son had grown up to become a theoretical physicist, he might have faced a situation comparable to that of jazz saxophonist Ravi Coltrane. Like Einstein,...
The Felice Brothers — which is actually three brothers and a non-relative named Christmas — embrace and transcend its Americana roots. On its self-titled debut (out...
In the early part of this decade, Chicago-based rock nostalgists the Redwalls were touted as likely candidates to carry the torch of garage-rock revivalism even further into...
With an affectless baritone voice and sheaves of poignant, idiosyncratic songs, Bill Callahan cut a dashing figure as the man behind Smog, one of first and best one-man bands...
Considering the fact that virtually every band has access to or owns its own recording gear these days, it's surprising that adventurous and hypnotizing experiments such as...
On paper, Chicago's Pelican is doing everything wrong. The instrumental group plays heavy riffs with clean guitars. It does doom metal in a major key. Lately, it's even traded...
Avenged Sevenfold was just another slightly thuggish bunch of SoCal metalcore wannabes with overly dramatic aliases (M. Shadows, Zacky Vengeance, Synyster Gates) until the...
The Haddonfields' Get a Nightlife is a no-muss, no-fuss affair: The Edwardsville band crams seven songs of streamlined pop-punk into a fourteen-minute EP. The four fellows in...
I've visited restaurants in some strange locations. I've logged probably thousands of miles driving through St. Louis' suburban sprawl, searching for strip-mall gems hidden...
Some unfinished business concerning last week's review of Three Monkeys ("Curious Gorge," February 21) and the previous week's review of the Original Pancake House ("Griddle...
This column was supposed to be about Spiro's Greek Margarita. We were all set to say how the drink was a tug-of-war of flavors between the ouzo and the tequila (two liquors...
How can you tell we're in the thick of the primary season? Simple: When a politician gets behind a microphone, he's going to talk about change. Guaranteed. What sort of...
Last year's True/False Film Fest in Columbia attracted nearly 15,000 people to the quaint college town. Not bad at all for a five-year-old documentary film festival set in the...
Theresa Rebeck's barbed comedy The Scene, which opens HotCity Theatre Company's season, takes some broad swings at the ostensibly jaded, surreal, vituperative world of media...
We're deep into the second act of Radio Golf — no, scratch that. This ceased being a play 40 minutes ago. This is real life, those are real people up there, but for...