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I first met Vincent Coppola in 1961 when we were high school freshmen at St. Augustine High School on Park Place in the Slope. After a career in journalism and

I think it’s hard to be just a little interested in aliens. Either they don’t register, or they become an obsession. My first serious boyfriend was in the latter camp.

When Bill Evans died in the late summer of 1980, age 51, he was already the most influential pianist in jazz history. He wasn’t the first pianist to create the

Sinners made $280 million during its run in movie theaters in America and Canada last year. At a rough average price of $14 per ticket, that means 20,000,000 saw it

Disquiet Riot. The Russian activist art collective Pussy Riot has never been needed more than they are now, and by “now” I mean in the 14 years since the feminist

Gatekeeping gets a bad rap—and it should! Guarding information and experiences to keep them away from people is generally bad.

Pianist Matthew Shipp has had such a consistent, sustained career, nearly 40 years as one of the foremost free jazz