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Author Archives: Jim Walsh
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From the highs and lows of creativity to the spin cycle
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Sunshine, nighttime — and a song for Box
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Monday Morning Playback: A rabbi, ‘Fight Night’ and the RNC gig docket
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When Max met Cooperstown
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Of the circus (go), Westerberg, the Joker’s chaos and more …
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Coney Island: ‘Girls in Their Summer Clothes’ and a beating sun
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Sex and the city (a pre-postwar love mode?) — and the Hoot begins
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Recipe for the RNC: Kill ’em with kindness
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Dan Patch and The Collector: still crazy good after all these years
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Whistling past the graveyard
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When Ashleigh emotes and Eller takes your breath away, how can you care what rankings say?
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Curse of the tiki doll
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Remastered ‘Mats — a vein to be mined
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Norling exhibit: Suburbia in all its gore and glory
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Disbeliever night: ‘A little treasure’ at Nye’s
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The poet as rock star: Mary Oliver returns for reading
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