Brent’s Blog

Don Schlitz died Thursday. He was 73. It happened suddenly, at a Nashville hospital, and as of this morning the cause hasn’t been released. What has been released — what’s been washing over country radio […]

Late April gets here, and something starts pulling at me. It’s not the weather — around here, late April can be anything from a warm afternoon that makes you forget winter ever happened to a […]

There’s a moment I remember pretty clearly. It was at Kings Island. Or maybe it was the Speedway — honestly, it could have been either, because the feeling was the same at both. I’m walking […]

There’s a morning in late March that doesn’t get enough credit. Not Christmas morning. Not the first morning of summer vacation, when you wake up and remember you have nowhere to be. I mean the […]

Let me paint you a picture. It’s a Tuesday afternoon. You’re on I-74 heading toward Indy. You’ve got somewhere to be. The speed limit drops to 55 because there’s a construction zone coming up — […]

  Every couple of months, I get a comment — sometimes in person, sometimes online — that goes something like this: “Why don’t you play more Garth? More Alan Jackson? More Vince Gill?” And I […]

I saw something on WRBIradio.com this morning that most people probably scrolled right past. The Ripley County Chamber of Commerce is hosting a Meet the Candidates Night next month. Candidates for local office, up on […]

Every year, right around this time, something happens in Southeastern Indiana that doesn’t get nearly enough credit. It doesn’t make the national news. Nobody’s doing a documentary about it. There’s no trending hashtag. It’s just […]

It always catches you off guard. You’re not having a bad day. Nothing dramatic just happened. You’re not even in a particularly reflective mood. And then a song comes on — and something shifts. Not […]

When I was a kid, Sunday afternoons had a rhythm to them. Church in the morning, a big lunch afterward, and then—if the weather was decent—my dad would look at my mom and say, “Want […]

Here’s what nobody tells you about winter in Southeastern Indiana: it’s not the snow that gets you. It’s the compounding. One extra trip to the store because you forgot something and nobody wants to go […]