Kate Bush is the haunt of a stained glass temple after hours, a melodious cathedral. Her music is its own sort of church — hymnal in its movement. She is not the subdued female artist nor does she have the synthetic vulgarity that permeates much of the music scene. Her …

A girl checks her reflection in the tinted glass of an ambulance This is a magazine Six-inch heels grinding across a board of rusty nails This is a magazine The flatlands in skin This is a magazine Palm trees in short skirts This is a magazine Mine lights in gaunt …

Previously Unreleased Interviews with The Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. WNYC History Notes

As 1:17 a.m. rolled in, I still had nothing written on paper. My plan was a sweeping clever critique of pop culture as we know it in 2012; to ask the question in this new millennium–can rock n ‘roll survive? I’d start with the recent atrocity called the American Music Awards, …

The first time I saw “The Harder They Come,”  I was mesmerized. I was barely thirteen and living in Barbados in the late 1970’s. My friend Ian and I snuck into a movie theater. There he was — Jimmy Cliff. He looked like the rebels we looked up to around our way, …

Growing up I had two barbies. One of my Barbie’s head snapped off because I played with her hair too much. My family was poor. My mother, like her father before her, came from tough, French-Canadian stock. My mom put my Barbie’s head back on with a casing nail. I …