journalism

  • “To give someone their flowers…”  A strange phrase, but nonetheless, a saying that’s emerged at the forefront of popular culture.  In the age of digital transience, recognition is difficult to encounter. It’s easy to leave an impression, but almost impossible to make it last – to cut deep enough to make your mark…  In fact,

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  • The Ogunquit Playhouse:  ‘AMERICA’S FOREMOST SUMMER THEATER.’  Whoa.  That’s a statement.  Bold, unapologetic —  Don’t get it twisted.   Anchored on Route 1, The Ogunquit Playhouse ’delivers world-class Broadway entertainment and unforgettable experiences for more than 100,000 guests every season.’  Nearly a century old, this legendary theater ornaments the white sand belt of southern Maine. Ogunquit is

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  • Let’s Get Physical I drove downtown, car wrapped in mist and sunlight, pavement steaming as I desperately sought to park. Panic crept in as I coasted past prime real estate, but a quick U-turn guaranteed my bid. So there I was, wedged beneath towering steel, staring at the dark entrance of the Green Hand Bookshop

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  • ALL ROADS LEAD TO BELFAST Perched on Penobscot Bay, Belfast glitters beneath blueberry skies and candy clouds. Working-class stamina mingles with rural bliss, a salty oasis chucked up the Atlantic coast.  The heart of Waldo County, Belfast has a history of boat-building, seafood packing, and ancient shoe stores — but now stands as a bastion

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  • A gray afternoon hung in the sky, fading into the granite geometry of Portland City Hall. As I walked toward the entrance, a stampede of blue hair, rugged denim, and Doc Martens bit the pavement ahead of me, crushing cigarette butts underfoot. The troops were rallying! “Downstairs for the open forum,” chirped the greeter, directing

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  • Piano savant Frank Glazer (b. 1915 – d. 2015) led a life of discipline and discovery, trapped in the gilded cage of passion. Chasing a horizon only he could see – Frank’s kind heart, exuberant spirit, and talent left an indelible mark on this world.  A master of his craft and a loving soul, Frank

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  • February, when winter holds its breath… But, fire still burns in the hearts of musical Mainers. A fantastic way to build rapport in any creative community, open mic nights help venues and artists embark on a symbiotic future, sensitive to each other’s needs. Bound to be a staple at any competent venue, performers of all

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  • This is my debut article, so a proper introduction is due. My name is Thomas – writer, musician, and shameless blond. New England-born, my family moved to Maine when I was four years old, settling in Falmouth.  It’s the only childhood I’ve known, but I can say the last twenty years have been a fairytale.  

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  • What a week for Maine, what a week for metal and hardcore. A far cry from silver trumpets, Portland rolled out the blood-red carpet for Cruel Hand, razing Geno’s to the ground – Okay, rewind… Concert reviews are cool, but what about a PARKING review? Imagine: It’s Saturday evening, and not only is Geno’s sold

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  • Late October is misanthropic enough, never mind the looming election and leaf clean-up… But the Yankees got creamed, so… Funny how God works — Anyway, that’s why I love death-metal: rage; cruelty; and filthy riffs. Where apathy rots and scorn rules! *** Stillborn Condition goes feral on ‘Carnivore,’ a Halloween heater from some of Portland’s

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