In 2009, I went to three different GameStops trying to find a Wii Fit Balance Board, and getting one started my path toward having yoga in my life. After two years of doing virtual yoga on a game system, I was challenged by a student to seek out meditation and yoga...
Off of Broad Street, deep in Scott’s Addition between warehouses and alleyways, is a black hole in the wall filled with music, vintage VHS, and (perhaps most importantly) Richmond’s preeminent collection of horror-themed pinball machines. I came to Wax Moon on a cool evening, unsure of exactly what I was looking for, until an all-black, barn-like...
Country, hip-hop, indie, fuck you. I feel like Richmond could be known for any number of genres at this point. Everything seems to be having a beautiful moment right now. Remember kids, rising tide raises all boats. Got a show coming up? New single? Simply want someone to talk music? I am your guy at griffin@rvamag.com....
“I met this phenom many, many moons ago at DLB, and I was instantly smitten. She’s always marched to the beat of her own fuckin’ drum—and still does. So much respect. And then I heard her sing... oh mylanta. Her voice absolutely floored me. She moved to Richmond at 18 and is still killing it at 81. “I reversed the numbers, baby.” In...
As the Metropolitan Museum Costume Institute Exhibition invites us to reflect on the term “Black Dandy” in this year’s exhibit, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style, if there’s ever been a time to make travel plans to see it, this is the one. On view from May 10 through October 26, the exhibit focuses on menswear, Black designers, and the social...
I like to think this list of shows and songs captures Richmond right now—blossoming folk, iconic RVA rock, scrappy hardcore, college post-punk on the rise, and country with a middle finger to the charts. That’s my Richmond, anyway. Got a show coming up? New single? Simply want someone to talk music? I am your guy at griffin@rvamag.com. Friday...
"You have to learn how to kill." In Kathryn Bigelow’s Near Dark, the vampires aren’t sexy. There’s nothing particularly interesting about them. They’re not Eurocentric romantics; they’re pure Americana, highway drifters chasing the night. They burn. They kill. Nihilism is fundamental to their vampirism—a Vampira Americana, if I may be so bold. In...
Richmond Shakespeare’s Summer Series is upon us! Opening this past weekend was Cyrano, the 1897 romantic revivalist play by Edmond Rostand (1868-1918), loosely based on the life and exploits of the 17th-century French novelist Cyrano de Bergerac. Considering the theatre world was consuming Ibsen, Chekov, and Strindberg at the time of Cyrano’s...
Disclaimer: The following is a letter to the editor. It represents their personal views on this issue. RVA Magazine is committed to providing a platform for community voices on important local matters. The opinions expressed do not necessarily reflect those of RVA Magazine, its staff, or affiliates. Written by Heaven-Leigh Kennedy, The...
Once again, a trip to the Firehouse Theatre has found a way to send me home with a boiling pit of emotions churning in my gut and fiery rants on the tips of my fingers. Art is made to provoke, not to placate, and this is what I signed up for. SMOKE, the current exhibition taunting audiences at the corner of Lombardy and Broad, was produced by...
