Gold Light, the recording and touring project of current Asheville/longtime Charleston musician Joe Chang, has always had folk music in its DNA. It just usually gets distracted.
Equal parts lurid and absurd, Diana Vaughan’s story quickly spread across 1890s Europe. She had, many claimed, given herself over to Satan during her time in Charleston. The Holy City. What better place for the devil to wed?
For generations, the landscape of Charleston has been shaped by local mural and sign artists whose work is proudly on display across the city for all to see. This week, we checked in with just a few of the folks who are responsible for those scenes. Gregg Pavone Charleston Limelight Whether you know it or […]
Simply put, nothing beats it: the juice running down your forearm, the cheese trickling down your chin, the bun melting in your mouth. It doesn’t take a big-brained Brad to figure that a good burger — whether it’s a gourmet grass-fed quarter pounder or a messy smashed double patty — will set you straight, fuel your tank, and fill your belly.
The Westminster Choir’s alto and soprano voices live up to their billing as angels.
On February 26, 2018, the Lowcountry and the world lost a true musical and artistic genius, Charlie McAlister. Charlie Began to make and self release cassettes starting in the mid ’80s under a variety of different monikers. Eventually settling upon C.Mcalister and starting his own label, Flannel Banjo, these releases would find their ways into the hands of many devout underground music fans.
Charleston’s John C. Calhoun monument has its origins in a parlor at the corner of Meeting and Ann streets, the brainchild of three bored women looking to honor the loss of South Carolina’s native son.
Tucked away in a James Island home is the workshop of Larry Fertick, better known as Dr. Wren. Past the front door, up the stairs, and to the left, there’s a short hallway.
For the first time in our young lives, my fellow reviewer and I wandered into a public space and had to endure several hours of a production that was not targeted at our coveted demographic. And you know what? We were fine with that. The whole point of Piccolo Spoleto and Spoleto Festival USA is to expand the mind and experience new depths of artistic culture. We were hopeful, excited, even.
We hope you flexed your biceps while picking up this issue of the City Paper. If you got your triceps involved, heck, even better. You see, this year, we decided to pump up our Summer Guide.