Farewell, summer, we hardly knew ye.
A famous — or infamous — name can be a heavy load to bear.
Every year, the onset of fall brings a flood of some of the year's most highly anticipated video game titles.
Call me heartless, but I’m feeling pretty hot and bothered about the ice bucket challenge videos clogging up my Facebook newsfeed lately.
It must feel pretty good to be the members of North Carolina-based electronic funk-rock-jam outfit Big Something right now.
Even with the best of intentions, it must be hard to say no to a Beatle, but in 2001, Gabe Dixon did just that.
Despite countless examples of video evidence to the contrary, frolicking felines aren't YouTube's only homegrown celebrities.
Earlier this year, Bexy Ribeiro decided enough was enough.
I’ve always found the concept of masked superheroes confusing.
It’s a difficult time in any child’s life to realize that — despite parents’ assurances — the chances that they’ll become a princess or a superhero are on the “none” side of slim.
When Frank Mangan's daughter Emma was born 14 years ago, he was overjoyed.
For many amateur photographers, upgrading from a point-and-shoot camera to a digital single-lens reflex — or DSLR — can feel like auditing a course on differential calculus.
For most children, homework and chores are just facts of life, obligatory obstacles to overcome on the path to adulthood.
While visiting my normal circuit of pop-culture websites last week, I ran across an article that reignited my fervor for campaigning against the rampant abuse of a certain musical term.
Especially in America — and especially among bands — there’s always been a certain romantic appeal to the idea of rebelling against convention and forging one’s own path.
Any band rooted in the improvisation-heavy approach of jazz or jam music has to be flexible enough to roll with the punches to play reactively and in-the-moment.
When James Cameron’s science-fiction blockbuster “Avatar” hit theaters in 2009, its record-setting $2.8 billion take at the box office seemed — to some — to herald 3-D films as the next great cinematic evolution.
Pretty much my entire life, I’ve known with absolute certainty that video games are cool, but for most of my childhood, gaming was seen as an antisocial activity, the province of geeks and shut-ins.
Jason Sanford is a pretty upbeat, positive guy, quick to laugh and even quicker to express thanks for the good fortune that has dramatically raised the profile of his band, Rosco Bandana, in the last year.
Once you realize what it is, it’s not hard to see why Steve Dockery and Alan Darr want to bring a steampunk convention to Chattanooga.
Lindsey Tropf and her team at Immersed Games have set themselves a fairly monumental task — and it's not figuring out how mankind could survive on another planet or designing a balanced, extraterrestrial ecosystem.
For many years, “serendipity” has been on my short list of favorite words. It’s sandwiched somewhere between “verisimilitude” and “phantasmagoria” but a few rungs down from “ultramarine.”
It doesn’t take long after Tash Neal’s chunky distorted guitar kicks in on The London Souls’ self-titled 2011 album to realize the New York-based rockers aren’t just a band but the proud standard-bearers of an old-school tradition.
Sometimes, two hours just isn’t enough.
For those in Apple’s camp, the latest-generation of iPad (starting at $499) and iPad Mini (starting at $399) offer nearly identical specifications, but if size and weight are deciding factors, the Mini’s 7.9-inch display is more hand- and backpack-friendly.
Chattanooga long has touted itself as the Scenic City, but until a few weeks ago, those who visited via the Google Earth digital globe might have questioned the legitimacy of that claim.
Jonathan Susman is nothing if not a champion of Chattanooga’s musicians. A real local Lancelot.
Going into this year’s Road to Nightfall competition, Darren Self didn’t like the chances for his band, Function.
Bobby Bare Jr. can drop names with the best of them. As a matter of fact, he probably knows the best of them.
Some painters approach their work with a degree of strategy normally associated with epic bank heists.
A man's home might be his castle, but for decades he's largely been forced to rely on someone else to defend it.
Chattanooga, I'm ashamed of myself.
When Chris Carpenter discusses the circumstances that led him to join the swollen ranks of Nashville's career singers/songwriters in 2009, his mind has a tendency to orbit questions enthusiastically before answering them.
"Songbird" is a word bandied about a lot to describe vocalists, but in the case of Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig, it's too apt to avoid.
Staying technologically current in America is a bit like hopping on the world's slowest merry-go-round.
This week, I must profess my love for Mark Twain.
When it comes to finding members for your band, being able to recruit from your classmates at a musical conservatory is a bit like mining for diamonds at Tiffany & Co.
Despite a long-standing reputation as havens for peace and quiet, libraries are starting to recognize that surviving in the digital age means blowing up a convention or two.
Board games are fun. At least, that's the idea.
Decades worth of research into the physiological benefits of running say it's a boon to cardiovascular health. And the prevailing opinion all along has been that the more miles logged, the healthier the runner.
From Festivus and bubble boys to man hands and Soup Nazis, “Seinfeld” was a veritable catchphrase-generating machine during its dominance of prime time in the 1990s.
As you know, tomorrow is Independence Day, and nothing says “Fourth of July” like sitting in traffic for hours to get to a crowded beach where you’ll develop a wicked sunburn and deposit sands in places it was never meant to be.
Even accounting for the lingering haze and aroma of gunpowder, fireworks are, by nature, a pretty fleeting amusement.
If there were a tag line to the Fourth of July-themed concert by local cover ninjas The Communicators, it would probably sound like it was plagiarized from the soundtrack of “Team America: World Police.”
Have you ever dreamed of putting on an outdoor music festival?
Some blues musicians learn to love the blues because they grew up with it. Others come to it later in life on emotionally scraped knees and with thoroughly wounded hearts.
Before she's cleared the first of dozens of acrobatic leaps to a persistent dubstep wobble bass, it's crystal clear that Lindsey Stirling is nobody's image of the stereotypical violinist.
In 1949, George Orwell’s novel “1984” predicted a future society that was under constant government surveillance and engaged in a never-ending war. But
Thanks largely to TV programs that show people weaponizing their vehicles and stockpiling food in amounts that would make a Costco warehouse groan in protest, there are many unflattering preconceptions about disaster preparedness.