Band Interrupted

 The last time The Greenhornes made a proper album, Barack Obama was an Illinois state senator, Jack and Meg White of the White Stripes were still claiming to be siblings, and there was no such thing as Facebook. Eight years later, Greenhornes drummer Patrick Keeler had

The Way She Lives Now

It’s not just a stage: With two books under her belt and a third on the way, Cincinnati-born playwright and screenwriter Theresa Rebeck is a novelist now, too. Roll over Trollope, and tell Dickens the news.

May Day

On May 4, 1970, National Guardsmen fired into a crowd of students at Kent State University in Kent, Ohio—killing four, wounding nine, and igniting campuses across America. It was a grim defining moment for a generation. And if you think it’s history, think again.

Odd Man Out: Nature Boy

I've had some of the best times of my life in our parks. Fully clothed, of course.

Why Libraries Still Matter

Eons before Amazon and the Kindle, centuries before Barnes & Noble, mankind conceived of a place where a large number of books could be gathered together for the enjoyment and edification of an enlightened citizenry. On the occasion of the Mercantile Library’s 175th anniversary, its executive director explains why that idea has endured.

Game Changer

What can you say about a highly esteemed, exceptionally insightful, legally blind sportswriter? They don't make 'em lie that any more.

The Town’s Hall

Cincinnati has one of the world’s grandest concert venues. But do we have the will—and the money—to re-make it for the 21st century?

Cincinnati Kid: Shane Sparks

This Aiken grad’s work on Fox’s So You Think You Can Dance landed him a gig choreographing the revival of Dreamgirls. We got him talking about his moves, his $3,000 tuxedo, and his technique for teaching a white girl how to dance.

The Ballad of Chuck and Lisa

For Chuck Cleaver and Lisa Walker, the left and right ventricles of the bighearted (and occasionally heartburned) band Wussy, the song rarely remains the same.

The King Is Dead, Long Live the King

King Records, the fiercely independent, fully integrated brainchild of the cigar-chomping iconoclast Syd Nathan, set the wold on its ear.