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"?
30 fun, cultural, educational, and downright quirky destinations for sunny-day adventures. Channel your inner explorer and carve out some time for carefree drives through the Lowcountry. With centuries of history along a coast that’s rich with biodiversity, every road out of town is literally dotted with points of interest—whether historical, cultural, natural, or utterly odd!
Scott Kennedy, of Carolina Heritage Outfitters, walks a path to the Edisto River on his 150-acre tract. Looking out across the perimeter of his property line, he surveys a devastating scene. Hundreds of grand cypress trees have been cut down, stretching across a plot over half a mile long.
My close friends know not to ask me what I'm doing on Tuesday night. For five-and-a-half years, the answer has almost always been, "Nothing." I wake up most Wednesday mornings around 5 a.m. and drive downtown from Folly Beach, where I swap out my trusty Subaru for a '92 Toyota pickup truck that I prefer to drive only as much as is absolutely necessary. It's got a crack somewhere in the engine that emits a sound like a baseball card flapping between bicycle spokes. For years, I've said that I'll keep it until it dies. On that day, I'll quit my paper route.
Lake Moultrie is gator country. Tell anyone familiar with it that you're going to paddle there and you'll undoubtedly hear, "Watch out for the gators." Maybe it's the 771-pound dinosaur that three Upstate residents hauled out of there in late September. Or maybe it's the man who lost his arm when he went snorkeling in 2007.
All Veronica Skibinski wants is a yellow tag. She had one two weeks ago, so she hired a crew to gut her home in Midland Beach, four blocks from the ocean on Staten Island. Mold-covered drywall and water-logged appliances were hauled to the curb. Thousands of dollars were spent installing new heating and electrical systems.