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
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.
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.
I've had some of the best times of my life in our parks. Fully clothed, of course.
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.
What can you say about a highly esteemed, exceptionally insightful, legally blind sportswriter? They don't make 'em lie that any more.
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?
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.
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.
King Records, the fiercely independent, fully integrated brainchild of the cigar-chomping iconoclast Syd Nathan, set the wold on its ear.