What kind of town do you live in, musically speaking? Is it classic rock, country, jazz, polka, Tuvan throat-singing? I’m not referring to the kind of music you hear on the radio. I’m talking [...]
Article first published as Book Review: Composed: A Memoir by Rosanne Cash on Blogcritics. Our last post on living, breathing artists led me to another crisis in confidence. Just what is this [...]
The Cavs crashed and burned, the team’s fragile chemistry in ruins. LeBron’s making noise about leaving town. The Indians can’t hold a lead, and Asdrubal Cabrera broke his arm diving for a ball. [...]
We now have nearly 40 posts completed and properly filed with the internet authorities. Not what you’d call a highly prolific output. But as my sister pointed out, what I lack in frequency I make [...]
My mom grew up on a farm in central Georgia. She was the youngest of 10 children, and her family spanned generations in a way that was unusual even for the Deep South. Her father, Wirt Little, [...]
Welcome to Rubber City Review. It’s not intended to be Akron-centric, but I should probably kick things off by asking the question: When it comes to roots-rock and other mutant forms of modern [...]