If you’ve met Kathy Albertson, chances are you consider her a friend. The retired Billings cosmetologist knows how to make an impression. Like a talk show host, she’s unafraid to start up a conversation with anyone, and she knows how to keep that conversation going. (more…) Continue Reading →
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Wibaux band rocks the Gem at album-release party
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“Shut up, dude, I’m trying to listen to your song,” a friend said as we were taking a seat at the Gem Theatre in Wibaux. An extension of the Beaver Creek Brewery, the Gem is host to fine dining and an impressive stage setup. On this particular night, the band belonged to brewery co-owner Jim Devine. At 6-foot-6, his friends have been known to call him “Mighty Big,” a nickname he also uses for his band, Mighty Big Jim and the Tall Boys. (more…) Continue Reading →
Filed under: Culture, Montana, Beaver Creek Brewery, Gem Theatre, Jim Devine, MBJ and the Tall Boys, Wibaux
Let’s heed Ziggy Marley’s call for love, unity, peace
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Never forget. Not even a week after the twin towers were struck down by two hijacked planes on Sept. 11, 2001, people were repeating this phrase everywhere around the nation, in newspapers, on TV, bumper stickers, posters, banners. Never forget. (more…) Continue Reading →
Filed under: Opinion, George W. Bush, John Lennon, Magic City Blues, Ziggy Marley
Nothing compares: A Montana musician pays tribute to Prince
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“Dearly beloved … we’re gathered here today to get through this thing called life.”
—Prince, “Let’s Go Crazy”
If you’re reading this, you’re probably a Prince fan. If you’re not a Prince fan, you might be dating or married to one. Growing up, I wasn’t a Prince fan. When I was in high school in the late ’90s and early 2000s, he was a symbol, and I didn’t understand. “He used to be a Prince,” my dad, a now-retired Presbyterian pastor and musician, told me. Continue Reading →
Filed under: Culture, 'Purple Rain', Charlie Denison, Madonna, Michael Jackson, Prince, Super Bowl
A bit of paradise: An insider’s look at Red Ants Pants fest
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Friday, July 25, 1 a.m.
Follow the music. That’s what I tell myself as I look around the campground. I’ve lost my party. It was easy to find them in the daytime. They had plastic palm trees in front of their tents. Continue Reading →