The Baby Blue Bomber

by Adam Powell She was born in 1975, only seven years before me, but she seemed so much wiser, so much more experienced beneath the clumsy and awkward hands of a sixteen-year-old boy convinced he could teach her the ways of contemporary love, though he scarcely knew them himself, and possibly show her things sheContinue reading “The Baby Blue Bomber”

Dinner on the Grounds

by Luisa Kay Reyes “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound . . .” were the strains of music the few of us still present at the yearly homecoming at Old Union Baptist Church tried to sing, with only about two or three of us able to sing any of the verses past the first one. Continue reading “Dinner on the Grounds”

Good Tunes: Local Music Festivals

In a time before Coachella and other big festivals, cities and towns all over the Deep South had their local music festivals. On some set weekend in the spring or summer, local organizers would scrape together what money they had, book some (mostly local) acts, erect a stage in a parking lot or a field,Continue reading “Good Tunes: Local Music Festivals”