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I’m a baseball fan. Let me clarify. I’m a baseball fanatic. I root for the Yankees, a quality which endears me to few, but not because I like to win. I really like to win, actually, but I root for the Yankees because I rediscovered my love for baseball in Yankee stadium after a long… Continue reading World Cup Fever

Hello Birmingham. Nice to formally meet you! I’ve been lurking in the background at the paper for a while now, getting our new website ready and contributing an article or a photograph every once and a while, but it’s nice to take the final steps into editorship. It’s been a wild ride thus far, and… Continue reading Outsider Eyes

When I was 12, I spent the summer traveling up and down the east coast with my family performing a street theatre piece based on the poetry of Carl Sandburg called Rootabega Stories. It was a grueling task, baking in the withering heat of late July while your father gave you notes about your prat… Continue reading Band Of Brothers

Matthew Mayfield is obsessed with freedom. He admits it himself, and you only have to look at the twisted vein of his history to see that the man has been constantly reinventing himself as a means of survival. He escaped the rigid confines of college for the fever dreams of promised rock stardom. When corporate… Continue reading Matthew Mayfield Plugs In

I’ve spent the last decade of my life skulking around the fringes of grungy clubs and other rock-type hidey-holes in this town and more than a few other burgs, and one of the few things I never get tired of seeing is the transformative power that a stage and an audience can have on even… Continue reading Wildcats In The Firehouse

We’ve been through a lot in this city. Hell, I moved here a little under three years ago, and I’ve already witnessed my fair share of tabloid-worthy shenanigans and soul-crushing defeats, and that’s nothing compared to what the stalwart individuals who’ve been living here for decades have endured. Good thing I like my cities the… Continue reading City With A View

Nobody expected The Dead Weather to survive. It was a one-off, a side project meant to commemorate the sudden rescue of Jack White and his failing voice by Alison Mosshart of The Kills during a tour by White’s other side project, The Raconteurs. When the two met at White’s spanking new Third Man Records studio… Continue reading The Dead Weather Lives

One of my favorite games is the Band Name Game. If you’ve ever attempted to name a band or if you’re a semi-obsessive listener, you’ve at least had a band name moment. The kind where suddenly an arbitrary sequence of words rings that bell in your skull and you think, “That’s a great band name!”… Continue reading If 6 was 9

Spring! Spring has finally come to Birmingham, though we’ve been forced to suffer through a drearier winter than usual in order to get here. At last we may take off our shoes and run barefoot into the garden to sink our toes into the newly thawed earth, to fill our nostrils with forgotten scents and… Continue reading Music For Earthworms