So here’s the deal: last night The Cube in Blacksburg wasn’t The Cube at all. It was a wormhole disguised as a black box, a dream-tunnel made of sound and reflections. You walk in, and the air’s already vibrating like it knows something you don’t. Front and center? My friend, Kyle Hutchins. Not just a sax player, an experimentalist sorcerer. A guy who knows the saxophone so well it might […]
Last night at 5 Points Music Sanctuary in Roanoke, I saw Grateful for Biggie, and here’s the thing: I’ve never been a fan of The Notorious B.I.G. or The Grateful Dead. No old CDs, no t-shirts, not even a playlist. I went mostly out of curiosity, expecting to leave with a shrug and a “well, that was different.” Instead, I walked out smiling. The whole idea seems like something a […]
On the far edge of art, thought, and sonic rebellion stands Henry Flynt-a hillbilly fiddler, philosopher-logician, and avant-garde saboteur of Western culture. Long before the term "concept art" was gallery-ready, Flynt coined it as a critique, not a commodity. He studied under Quine at Harvard, jammed with La Monte Young, and publicly protested the "serious music" establishment by calling Stockhausen a cultural imperialist. Yes, really. But Flynt didn't just critique. […]
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