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Kathy Y. Wilson

Cover Story: Too Much Dap for a Dime

(High-fiving our local Hip Hop heroes)

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Pitiful. Until October 2003, during a decade of giving ink to faux Funk, white semblance of Blues and sound-alike jangly bands with ironic names, CityBeat had yet to publish a comprehensive cover   

Cover Story: As the Intern Turns

(We've trumped more than the Donald)

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 10, 2004
In some ancient languages, intern means "one who fucks up." In others, like CityBeat-speak, "intern" means "a necessary, helpful, eager and professional person, any age, prone to unpaid grunt  

Don't Leave Me This Way

0 Comments · Wednesday, November 10, 2004
I got my period on Election Day. Shoulda known shit was headed downhill from there. Now that we've gotten distance on Nov. 2, everybody wants my take on the outcome. By "everybody" I mean my clique  


0 Comments · Wednesday, November 3, 2004
President Bush will not save us. And by us I mean the U.S. Yet all shades of the Republican Party -- McCains, Rumsfelds, Condoleezas and Colins alike -- will swear he did, does and still can. But   

Rock the Board, Rock the Boat

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 20, 2004
I always thought the Public Library of Cincinnati and Hamilton County was like Switzerland. Accepting yet neutral. The library system gives shelf space to the Bible and the Koran, Shakespeare and t  

Issue: We

0 Comments · Wednesday, October 13, 2004
I can be evicted and fired because of whom I fuck. Citizens for Community Values (CCV), by its very designation, is an elitist and separatist collection of "citizens" threatened probably as much by  


0 Comments · Wednesday, October 6, 2004
Race seems tired. Race is that badass kid who terrorizes and exasperates her teachers, family and onlookers. We cluck our tongues and talk shit about what we'd do if she was ours, but nobody wants   

Locals Only: : Them 'Bones

Trombonist Marc Fields' releases his first solo CD, Salutaris Plates

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Quick. Name a Jazz trombonist. Now name two. I can name but two besides Marc Fields. Hard bopper J.J. Johnson and also-bopping Delfeayo Marsalis are book-ended slide players, perhaps the world's   

The (Un)Invisible Man

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 29, 2004
JoCardo Edward Ralston is a beautiful man. His triangulated identity -- sexuality, race and size -- swirl and tangle in a morass of emotion and memory. JoCardo is an Other, an out-sized large, bira  

Cool Like Dat (Version 39.0)

0 Comments · Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Squishy stuff, that cool. Cool is like soul: You embody it (or it imbibes you) or you do not (or it does not). If you've got cool, you don't flaunt it. It just oozes. When I was a teenager, I neve