The Winter Park Playhouse explores the life of George M. Cohan and his landmark contributions to the American Songbook.

Carl F. Gauze reviews this comprehensive look at the early works of Muppets creator Jim Henson by Craig Shemin.

Oscar Wilde recounts his life story, his views on art, and his views on love.

Documentaries presented at the 30th Florida Film Festival, Maitland, Florida.

A one woman show relating the fascinating history of Dr Ruth Westheimer, America’s favorite sex advisor.

A man with Asperger’s syndrome looks high and low for a woman to love as we learn about the details of his condition.

Matt Smith tells tales of growing up in Catholic Seattle in the 1960’s.

The final word on the history of metal.

A view into the last few year of French Impressionist Auguste Renoir’s life. Carl F Gauze is beguiled by its stillness.

A Jewish kid from Brooklyn becomes the king of the blues in the classic Brill Building.

Roger Pike’s TV documentary investigates the deaths of famous celebrities, including Nicole Brown Simpson, Janis Joplin, Keith Moon, and Gianni Versace, among others. Carl F Gauze can’t stop staring.

Author Jimmy McDonough is no stranger to tortured artists, difficult personalities, and musicians in hopeless thrall to their muses. Tammy Wynette was long dead by the time McDonough pondered this book, but Matthew Moyer thinks the distance makes it even more special and sacred.

A popular account of a famous but very difficult mathematics problem. Carl F Gauze , much like Teen Talk Barbie, knows that math is hard.

Carl F Gauze , who may or may not be a card-carrying member of the Blank Generation, follows punk godfather Richard Hell from the seedy world of rock to the perhaps seedier world of the written word.

James MacLaren muses on Frank Zappa, in the process writing one of the BEST book reviews I’ve ever read.

As hard as I try to look back on my childhood with glee, I just get a mental picture of a retarded blond boy falling down everywhere and generally making a fool of himself everytime I think of myself. I wasn’t just an idiot – I seemed to be completely unteachable. I would get jumped by neighborhood kids, get some rocks thrown at my face for good measure……and, sure as fuck, it would happen again.