When the business titans start dabbling in things like film, the temptation is to roll your eyes and mutter something about dilettantism … But the subjects of this week’s cover story, Ed Hart and Bruce Lunsford, may outrun that kind of insider cynicism, if their two-year-old film company comes anywhere near their vision for it. Rick Redding’s got the story about how two guys who’ve left quite a mark in Louisville turned into film producers. —Cary Stemle, editor
At least the sirens sounded this time. A spill just after 11 p.m. Monday night at Rubbertown’s Carbide Industries produced a cloud of toxic vapor over Bells Lane, the breadth of which an official with the company was unsure of Tuesday morning. Frank Sizemore, manager of engineering for the company — which has been at 4400 Bells Lane since November 2002 — said the cloud dissipated when the liquid spill was contained and cleaned up.
New wave, old hand: Could maestro Mesterâ€™s return signal a renaissance for the Louisville Orchestra?
If there is one Louisville organization way overdue for a run of good luck, it’s the Louisville Orchestra. Beaten up and bogged down by financial woes and dwindling attendance — and virtually leaderless for the past two seasons — the orchestra has to be first in line to finally find a four-leaf clover.And maybe it has.
<ANNIVERSARY>Aug. 2-5Phoenix Hill Tavern turns 30 We won’t belabor the phreaking point, except to say it is unusual for a nightclub to live for 30 years with the same name, under the same (local) ownership. But Phoenix Hill Tavern has done it, and this week the place that started out so humbly in 1976 has a phull schedule of phun and phrivolity to celebrate its life so phar.
Tubing on the Alaskanâ€™s pipeline: Or, how a feckless U.S. senator is running interference for Big Media
Anyone with access to a modem probably realizes by now that Ted Stevens’s understanding of technology runs about as deep as a table ashtray. The U.S. Senator from Alaska, a brutish and tone-deaf Republican (not all Republicans, thankfully, are this way — see, in this matter, Olympia Snowe of Maine), chairs the Senate committee that oversees telecommunications. He’s also the sponsor of a bill that sits now on Congress’ table — the Communications Opportunity, Promotion and Enhancement Act of 2006, aka COPE — which would considerably rewrite the 1996 Telecommunications Act, most drastically in the sense that it would allow major media companies to control how Americans access Internet content.
It was a scene most unusual.There was the mayor, coiffed and polished as usual, on his knees tussling with an exposed wire that was shorting out the microphone he was using to bring to order an 11 a.m. press conference in the stately Mayors’ Gallery downtown.
The Brohm factor.
Yet another source advised this week that there is more concern in the locker room about the sturdiness of the Cardinal QBâ€™s knee than is being admitted publicly.
Truth and consequences: ANNE SHELBY THINKS DIFFERENTLY THAN MOST OF CLAY COUNTY. IT HASNâ€™T KILLED HER â€” YET
Anne Shelby crumbles a multi-grain cracker with both hands over a blue porcelain plate, wondering aloud why people react with such pained reproach to calls for banishing mountaintop removal mining, that particularly destructive way of mining coal that relies heavily on machinery, not miners.
Optimism with an asterisk. Folks on the inside and others close to U of L’s football program advise there’s a cautious optimism about the upcoming season. Despite an apparently speedier-than-expected recovery, Brian Brohm’s condition is the biggest possible gotcha. There’s anxiety over whether the marvelously talented Mario Urrutia is ready to become the go-to guy. And if he isn’t, who among the receiving core can and will step up? The hope for the other side of the ball is that the secondary will finally match its promise, something it’s done only in spurts during the program’s rejuvenation under Petrino.
To wear or not to wear (the air, that is)There’s nothing funny about smelly air. To the contrary, bearing the brand of such air is much like Hawthorne’s “Scarlet Letter”: Enter at your own peril, and don’t be surprised if you can’t cope.