Persistence, persistence, persistence.
For my father, Wayne Proulx, on his birthday.
It took courage to write about feeling alienated. You were the voice I didn’t have.
We must investigate and analyze media rather than simply absorb it at face value.
Which singer-songwriter can get you to Mozambique or Graceland or Carolina?
The drive to show “masculine compassion” misses the point about human struggle.
So the cops showed up to a domestic dispute. Why do we care? Brandy Pettigrew has some thoughts.
Dr. John Mchugh might not have been a true-blue Elvis fan, but the man touched him in some unlikely ways nonetheless.
Out of apartheid and the newly-budding reggae scene in South Africa came an album we would never forget.