Arts

The King-Lincoln Bronzeville Neighborhood was best known in its glory years for its jazz clubs that catered to African-American artists between the 1920s and 1960s. As the new decade begins, one historic theatre is launching a brand new venture that will be a new experience to experience the sound that the Near East Side neighborhood was known for decades ago, Jazz. Welcome to Club Lincoln.

In 2020, the second-floor ballroom of the Historic Lincoln Theatre, at 769 E. Long St. in the King-Lincoln District, will re-open as Club Lincoln. There will be an Open House complete with an Open Mic at Club Lincoln on Friday January 31 at 8:00 P.M. 

The Lincoln Theatre Association, which operates Club Lincoln, will also launch the Club Lincoln Concert Series, which will be a platform for burgeoning local artists that have participated in the Lincoln’s artist incubation programs, such as the Jazz Arts Group’s Jazz Academy, which is located on the third floor of the Lincoln.

World War I tale uses gimmick to jaw-dropping effect 

When a director tries a novelty such as pretending to tell a story in one uninterrupted take, we’re likely to approach it with a little cynicism. After all, isn’t this just an attention-getting gimmick?

Admittedly, that was my suspicion when I began watching Sam Mendes’s World War I thriller, 1917. And I remained skeptical as British Corporals Blake and Schofield (Dean-Charles Chapman and George MacKay) set out on a seemingly impossible mission.

Eventually, though, Mendes won me over with help from co-screenwriter Krysty Wilson-Cairns and cinematographer Roger Deakins. This is a gimmick, yes, but a devilishly impressive one. More importantly, it’s used in the service of an exciting adventure and a sensitively told war story.

I never really thought of Florida as part of the South. Today, the backbone of the Sunshine State is tourism, and it’s well known for its beaches, theme parks, and retirees. But it is the southernmost contiguous state in the country, and borders on two of the most racist states in America–Alabama and Georgia. Like the rest of the region, Florida was rigidly segregated and could be and often was a dangerous place for a black person.

It was a night of comradery and celebration at Ace of Cups on November 4 when the Free Press held our 2019 annual awards ceremony. DJ laChewla started the evening off with a variety of music genres and a little rock-n-roll as people gathered and waited for the Yellow Brick pizzas to arrive for dinner. Former award winners, other Free Press friends, writers, and readers socialized and enjoyed the food, drink and music. Brian Clash, a former Free Press award winner, played a set including his inspirational protest songs.

Queen City lawyer battles deadly chemical foe

DuPont ads used to boast that the company provided “Better Things for Better Living…Through Chemistry.” Dark Waters is a fact-based chronicle of one man’s efforts to prove how tragically inaccurate the slogan was.

As the film opens, Robert Bilott (a low-key Mark Ruffalo) is just settling into his new position as a partner in a Cincinnati law firm when an old acquaintance drops by. West Virginia farmer Wilbur Tennant (Bill Camp) says his cattle have been dying off in mysterious ways, and he suspects the cause is a nearby landfill operated by DuPont.

Tennant wants Bilott to intervene, but Bilott insists his background is in defending corporations, not suing them. However, he soon pays the farmer a visit that convinces him something is seriously wrong. Getting to the bottom of what that something is, and who should be held responsible, turns out to be a frustrating task that will dominate his life for years to come.

Faith may devastate
But in disparity or grief
Dear Lord,
My faith in you never loses ground.
And you are
My never-ceasing source of solace.

Excruciated by need and greed
We embroil ourselves in disputes.
Goodness faces ordeals every moment.

O Lord!
On bended knees
I beseech you,
Only you can bring back peace.
If none cries in paradise,
Why do we on earth 
Where all your lovely creations
Strive to survive?

Sunday, November 17, 2019, 6:00 – 8:30 PM
Ohio Union Performance Hall: 1739 N High St, Columbus, OH 43210
Palestinians have a rich culture and we would love to share it with you! Join the Students for Justice in Palestine for our annual signature event "Raise the Kuffieyh". A night of dabke, music and comedy by Sammy Obeid!  Show starts at 6:00 PM sharp in the 
The event will feature comedy, a dabke competition, student performances, singing, a Palestinian fashion show and more!  

Since Donald Trump first landed tweet-first in the Oval Office, armchair psychiatrists have been trying to figure him out.

Why does he have so little regard for the truth—or for anything outside of his own self-interest? Why does he work so hard to sow hate and controversy? Why, in short, has his presidency been an unending freak show?

While no theory can explain Trump entirely, director Matt Turnauer offers valuable insight with the documentary Where’s My Roy Cohn? Even though the titular subject is an infamous figure from the 1950s—and even though Trump himself doesn’t appear until an hour or so in—Turnauer makes it clear that the 45th president is his real target.

Roy Cohn was a whiz kid of an attorney who won fame by (1) helping to prosecute and ultimately execute suspected spies Julius and Ethel Rosenberg despite shaky evidence, and (2) serving as chief counsel to red-baiting Sen. Joseph McCarthy. In both roles, he established himself as a litigator who was ruthless in his quest for victory.

It must have been somewhat difficult to grow up as the namesake of one of the most prominent and controversial human rights leader in American history, Reverend Jesse L. Jackson, Sr., and his wife, Jacqueline Brown. Yet the younger Jackson followed in his father’s footsteps, graduating magna cum laude from North Carolina A & T University, earning an MA at the Chicago Theological Seminary. After attending Georgetown University Law Center, he transferred to the University of Illinois College of Law in 1993, where he finished a semester early, but declined to take the bar exam.

A career in politics was all but certain, and in 1996 he ran for the United States Congress in the 2nd Congressional District, which includes part of the infamous South Side and Southland, a collection of southeast suburbs; Jackson’s wife, Sandi, was elected an alderman to the Chicago City Council, representing the 7th ward in 2007. The Jacksons’ future political aspects looked bright; he was often touted as a future mayor of Chicago or a United States senator. Some even spoke of the possibility that he would be the first African American president. They were Chicago’s black Camelot.