Ready to get out and see America this summer? Whether you’re hitting the road with your best buddies, your significant other or with the kids in tow, the hours you spend in the car together can either be magical memories or a close-quarters catastrophe. We prefer the former. So, in celebration of the 90th anniversary of the Mother Road, Route 66, we present this five-part series, with 66 tips for the ultimate summer road trip.
How is there not a biopic about the life of Mac Rebennack, the New Orleans native who rebranded himself Dr. John and devoted his career to keeping alive the traditions of his hometown's interconnected voodoo and musical cultures? On the way to becoming Dr. John, he dropped out of Catholic school, got hooked on heroin, and did hard time in prison.
You can get to the Abacos by air, but to reach Hope Town on the sliver of sand known as Elbow Cay—the outermost island of a chain already known as the “Out Islands” of the Bahamas—a sea-level journey is required as part of the itinerary. For Colonial Charleston resident Wyannie Malone, it was a journey entirely by boat.
When my wife, Hunter, and I began shopping for our first house, Folly Beach was not an option. Granted, we lived there, renting a breezy two-bedroom with views across the Atlantic, but a winter lease on the Edge of America is just a temporary taste of the good life. The leap to home ownership would require stepping back into the burbs—freelance writer pay does not a beach homeowner make.
Having lived several winters of my adult life in the great north country (North Carolina, that is), I’m able to commiserate with our poor cousins across the Midwest and New England who suffer from seasonal depression. Even in the relatively balmy environs of Davidson, the freezing evenings of January and February are hardly a time to gather outdoors with friends.
A city’s health and vibrancy begin with its citizens. To kick off our 40th anniversary, we challenge you to rededicate yourself to our wonderful hometown. These 40 distinctly Charleston suggestions are only a beginning. Use them as a launching pad to enrich your life, and your city, this year! Why is John C.
When Mike Love got married—adopting three children and becoming the biological father of one—he dropped the “less” from his “Loveless” birth name. “All my cousins are girls—I’m the only guy in my family, so I thought it was cool to change the legacy of our family name to what it should be,” he explains, chatting from the van he rented to tour with Xavier Rudd this spring.
The venerable master of the B-3 organ gets right to business on this concise 10-track collection, with the majority of the all-instrumental songs clocking in under three minutes. Recorded by Ike Stubblefield’s core trio (New Mastersounds’ Eddie Roberts on guitar and Dirty Dozen Brass Band’s Terence Higgins on drums), it’s a welcome opportunity to put the spotlight on Stubblefield, who built his reputation backing everyone from Al Green to Jerry Garcia.
There are musicians, and there are artists. With this 12-song collection—culled from a concurrent two-hour, 26-song release—titled Quartz, and designed to play along with The Beatles-influenced 1973 film, The Holy Mountain, Nashville, Tenn.’s Fly Golden Eagle demonstrate that they are full-fledged sonic artisans.
On the shelf in my childhood kitchen, my mother had a cookbook, published by the local Junior League, called Some Like It South. I took it as a point of pride. "Some" referred to me. I like it South. But in 2014's culinary world, what does that even mean? Does a chicken biscuit consumed in Haight-Ashbury qualify as "Southern"?