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Soul of Cville Festival

The fourth annual Soul of Cville Festival is a celebration of Black excellence across disciplines. Dance? You know it. Fashion show? For sure. DJ sets? Yup. Live music? Hell yeah. Beyond the performances, dozens of vendors and community partners will be on site. There’s awesome apparel, creative arts and crafts, meaningful mentorship, and a wide range of other products and services available for your discovery. Hungry? Sample sweet treats, soul food staples, and delicious Caribbean cuisine among other offerings. The family-friendly fest also provides free art-making opportunities, plus community access to Ix’s Looking Glass Immersive Art Experience.

Saturday 8/17. Free, 3-8pm. Ix Art Park, 522 Second St. SE. ixartpark.org

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“Pink Floyd—The Wall”

Whether you love it, hate it, or have never heard of it, here’s your chance to see it on the big screen. It’s Pink Floyd—The Wall. Watch a whacked-out superstar musician spiral into an isolated state of paranoia as he relives his childhood traumas. Watch him lapse into episodes of anxious and fantastical thinking as his personal life dissolves. Watch school children set fire to their educational institution. Watch animated hammers goose-step through London. Is the narrative cohesive? Not really. But the music holds up. You’ll probably want to enjoy this with an herbal refreshment of some sort.

Monday 8/19. $9, 7:30pm. The Paramount Theater, 215 E. Main St., Downtown Mall. theparamount.net

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Nathaniel Star

With enough soul-beat samples to make any crate-digger swoon, Nathaniel Star brings heady lyricism with heart to every track he touches. The C’ville local alternates gravel-voiced verses with honey-sweet hooks, moving seamlessly between driving hip-hop and smooth R&B. Writing with verve and witticism, Star celebrates Blackness and sonic expression through rich storytelling and riveting concept albums that explore diverse themes, from the music of Queen to the crack era of the ’80s.

Saturday 8/17. Free, 8pm. The Stage at WTJU, 2244 Ivy Rd. wtju.net

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Culture Food & Drink

A reintroduction to Ace Biscuit & Barbecue

By BJ Poss

Barbecue is nestled as deep in Charlottesville’s roots as any homemade brine. You’d be hard-pressed to find a self-respecting plate of pork barbecue in Virginia that didn’t start out submerged in coarse salt dissolved in water full of sugar, spices, and citrus zest, a chef’s emulsion that absorbs into the meat and, when touched with smoke and fire, blooms into a succulent delight.

One player, noticeably absent on the smokin’ scene, returned last month after an unfortunate hiatus: Ace Biscuit & Barbecue is back to serving the heart of Virginia barbecue classics with a kiss of the South.

Ace shut its doors in late March 2024 after being vandalized beyond the point of recognition. The vandal (who was fittingly charged and sentenced on the day of the restaurant’s re-opening), did $50,000 of damages to wiring, fryers, and flooring—and even the toilets took a beating. To top it off, an eye got smashed out of a portrait of Hunter S. Thompson that, if we’re being honest, would likely earn a smirk from HST himself.

With the kitchen intact again and the dining room close behind, Ace is prepping out a full menu, showing that Southern gastronomy far exceeds crispy lard and baked buttermilk. “Southern food should pull out a memory,” says Ace manager Scott Hewitt. “It isn’t simple; it’s science.”

Ace’s kitchen culture relies on the creativity of the staff to treat the menu as a conversation rather than a rulebook. “We’re all chefs, and we’re all artists,” Hewitt declares. Art plays a role in layering flavor and texture in each dish. Look to Ace classics like the Ol’ Dirty Biscuit—southern fried chicken dripping in sauce gravy, cut with acidic, crisp pickles and smoke of house-made pimento cheese—and the Ace Dip, with jerk chicken sitting atop soft pepper jack to be dunked in Ace jus.

Ace’s housemade pastrami hits the biscuit with an over easy egg, pepper jack cheese, and brown mustard. Photo by BJ Poss.

With an influx of creativity lining its kitchen, Ace is ready to push the envelope on what it means to whip up some low and slow fixings. Charlottesville chef Chris Humphries of Bonny and Read brings an elevated eye to the table as he’s begun to oversee the kitchen in hand with staff who have been spritzing the smokers since Ace’s early years. 

Since the break-in, Ace has become resourceful in reconnecting with its customers by forking out brisket at pop-ups, rolling breakfast burritos at the Charlottesville City Market, and offering dinner pairings like Gochujang sticky ribs with a German riesling at The Wine Guild. 

“We just wanted to get the smokers rolling again,” explains Operations Manager Will Curley, who is downright giddy over how Charlottesville has welcomed back a parking lot of bellowing hickory smoke. “Hearing customer’s bits and pieces reminds you of the sort of community keystone Ace is … makes you really happy to be involved in a project like this.”

Ace used the closure as an opportunity to rethink its space. They’ve done everything from moving the waffle maker to plopping an elevated stage in the dining room, giving Charlottesville a new venue to let loose. “We can’t wait for the first Friday night concert in the dining room, where the band is rocking, the bar is cranking, and the barbecue is smokin’,” says Curley.

Hardcore metal pairs with barbecue as well as any acid-driven riesling. Like a crispy, smoky, protective bark that softens to a tender, melodic center-cut spare rib, hardcore shows have found their Charlottesville home among red brick and carbon steel. “Every time we have a hardcore or metal show, it’s like a dam break,” Curley says with a grin. 

“We’re listening to what Charlottesville wants from us. We’re excited to see where Charlottesville takes Ace in the future.” 

Ace Biscuit & Barbecue is serving its full menu from its barbecue window with outdoor seating. Stay tuned for the dining room’s official re-opening.

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Artist Nym Pedersen’s small-scale works leave a big impact

In the years leading up to the pandemic, artist Nym Pedersen could often be found on the Downtown Mall, peddling his small paintings, drawings, and collages, which he dubbed “art snacks.” Much like Steve Keene, Nym felt that art should be within everyone’s reach and priced his work accordingly. Nym died on March 9 at the age of 64 after a brief bout with cancer.

Nym came to Charlottesville in 1997 from Portland, Oregon, to join his sister, theater maven Boomie Pedersen. Nym (his nickname a combination of Norman and “him,” thanks to Boomie) grew up in New York City, where he attended the Collegiate School and Columbia University. The Pedersens lived on Central Park West just across the street from the park that became their playground and sanctuary.

It was not an easy childhood. The Pedersens’ father was the director of education at the Whitney Museum of American Art. Heeding the 1960s’ call to “Turn on, tune in, and drop out,” he abandoned his young family for points west, creating years of financial insecurity for those he left behind. 

The burden created feelings of low self-worth; in Nym’s case, they helped mold him into someone who was self-effacing and introverted. The trauma showed up in his work, where he expressed the angst of the abandoned child. “I think my brother painted to resolve his relationship with our father,” says Boomie. “That’s where he worked out the torments going on inside him.” This is not to say Nym’s was an unhappy existence. In addition to his family, he had a close circle of friends he valued and who cherished him.

Remarkably prolific, Nym focused on the human form and, in particular, faces. Some of these, generally his pen-and-ink works, are delicate figures in repose, while others, paintings or collage, are grotesques with wild eyes and scar-like grimaces. Nym could also be scathingly funny and much of his art occupies the same absurdist world as Paul Klee’s work. 

Nym took studio classes at Columbia and The Art Students League of New York and worked in different media—drawing, painting, collaging, sculpting. Drawn to collage for its ability to suggest layers of meaning, in some works he assembled bits of paper narratively to create startling portraits and in others he employed it as a visual device to provide texture and spatial ambiguity. In several pieces, he even mimicked the effect of collage with paint.

In addition to his artistic practice, which remained a constant throughout his life, Nym worked as a copy editor for McGraw Hill in New York. In Charlottesville, he was employed at Harvest Moon Catering and also as a relief copy editor at C-VILLE Weekly.

Through his marriage to Allegra von Studnitz, whom he adored, Nym became a devoted stepfather and step-grandfather to her biological daughter, two adopted sons, and grandson. The couple would go on to adopt two more boys, and Nym loved being a father and living a pastoral existence in the country surrounded by a large and varied menagerie. 

It was this happiness that helped resolve his demons. Allegra describes the sea change: “Some years back Nym reached a breaking point. He felt deep despair about life, his past, the art world,” she says. “He made the decision that his outlook on life would become an introspection on life. He became the kindest, most loving human being, filled with humility. … And with that, he departed.”

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Tried it in C’ville: Poppypointe open stitch night

To borrow phrasing from “The Golden Girls’” Sophia Petrillo, picture it: Warwick, New York. Late ’80s. Middle schooler me with my aggressively hair-sprayed ocean wave of bangs, oversized cable-knit sweater, and loud plaid Skidz pants (tucked into white scrunched-down socks, of course). Where was this obviously popular youngster headed to after school, you ask? Cross stitch club. Yep, cross stitch club. With that and my commitment to the stamp club, how was I not drowning in social invitations?

Jokes aside (mostly), I’ve always been drawn to making things by hand. My dear Aunt Ruth was an avid cross stitcher and sewer, and I loved spending time with her and making gifts for
my family and friends. What better way to say “I love you” than spending oodles of hours working on something that reflects a loved one’s interests? During the pandemic, I picked the counted cross stitch habit back up, but my momentum working on projects has slowed lately. Enter Poppypointe to the rescue.—Kristie Smeltzer

What

Open stitch night at Poppypointe.

Why

Crafty activities can be fun to enjoy with like-minded folks.

How It Went

I stitched. I peopled. Fun was had!

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I rolled into the local needlepoint store, Poppypointe, for its open stitch night, but I received a warm welcome. After being introduced to the six or seven stitchers present, I settled in with my jellyfish pattern and a thus far unstitched square of 16-count Aida fabric stretched taut in my embroidery hoop. The possibilities felt endless. No mistakes had been made yet, but that time would soon come to an end, as it always did.  

Within my first three minutes, I spotted two needles on the floor. Occupational hazard, of course, but make sure you don’t roll into stitch night without shoes. Conversation drifted between people’s summer vacations, visits to similar stores while traveling, and projects that designers were working on ahead of “market.” I realized I’d stepped into a whole different world. From what I could surmise, there are several seasonal needlepoint markets where avid stitchers find new projects and supplies. Vendors participate to showcase new designs and peddle their wares. Folks also have opportunities to participate in classes and other gatherings. It’s like cross stitch club, but with needlepoint, and on a much grander scale.

The group vibe felt happily low-key, with folks leaving early and dropping in later during the two-hour open stitch time. Everyone else worked on needlepoint projects on painted canvases, and I quickly became envious. While I counted and recounted the number of stitches I had to do, others followed the patterns printed on their canvases with ease as they participated in conversation. They may have made a convert of me to needlepoint because I absolutely want to try using a painted canvas now. Imagine it: I could have a good shot at stitching accurately and enjoying a glass of wine at the same time! (In my experience, mixing vino with counted cross stitch results in regret the next time I pick up that project to find my inevitable mistakes.)

During that evening, I did lose count a few times, but the company was lovely and totally worth it. Poppypointe felt very much like a third place, to use American sociologist Ray Oldenburg’s coinage, meaning a place where folks choose to gather and connect with others. It was nice to share time with kindred stitchers who also know the value of investing time in making something beautiful by hand for ourselves and others. I’ll definitely be back. 

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The big picture

Mint Springs Valley Park temporarily closed on Friday, August 9, after a failed culvert pipe made its way through the road surface at the entrance to the park following heavy rains from Tropical Storm Debby. Central Virginia saw several inches of residual rainfall during Debby’s trek north, and the high water levels forced the pipe through the pavement. This isn’t the first time this particular culvert has caused trouble. “This is the same location where the pipe was replaced in 2020,” says Albemarle’s Superintendent of Parks Jim Barbour. “However, the cause of the 2020 failure was … an old and degraded galvanized culvert pipe.” Debby’s effects also prompted the county’s swimming beaches—at Chris Greene Lake, Walnut Creek, and Mint Springs—to close until water levels fall. 

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Robert Earl Keen in the HotSeat

Hailing from the Lone Star State, Robert Earl Keen has honed his craft as one of Texas’ most accomplished singer-songwriters over the past three decades. With 21 records and thousands of concerts on his resume, REK’s poetic musings delivered through Americana melodies have impacted audiences far and wide. We put the country-western crooner in the HotSeat ahead of his August 10 show at The Paramount Theater.     

Name: Robert Earl Keen       

Age: 21+

Pronouns: He/Him 

Hometown: Houston, Texas

Job(s): Dock worker, roughneck, secretary, kitchen boy, railroad commission, [working for] Hatch Show Print (the oldest printing press in America), long-haul car driver for transport, book seller. But the real job and the best job is a long-time performing artist. It’s a great life if you can make it work.

What’s something about your job that people would be surprised to learn? Sometimes there are songs that are recorded and never looked at again. But then a fan requests that song, and I don’t remember it and I’m stumped! So I have to cheat really quick to learn it on the spot.

What is music to you? Music to me is a trip down a really colorful winding road to a spiritual summit where no one else is. You can feel all the pleasures of the universe.

First concert you attended: I have a half brother who moved to California, and he played the drums. They did a concert at the local high school and they played “Wipe Out.” I thought that was the coolest experience ever. Also I blew off my prom to go see Willie Nelson at The Half Dollar in Houston, and that was a top night as well. Everyone just danced and drank the night away. Way better than my senior prom. 

Last concert you attended: Other than my own, I saw Tyler Childers in Austin, Texas at The Moody Center. Outstanding show! 

Favorite venue or city to perform in: The Birchmere is my favorite venue, but New Orleans and cities in the Southeast really have a hunger for Americana music. It’s a fertile ground for a songwriter like myself. 

Why is supporting music education important? Anyone that loves music can answer this question. There is more to music than listening to music in your car or in your house. It’s a spiritual experience. Music is a universal magnet that pulls us all in. 

What are you listening to right now? “Feelin’ Alright” by Joe Cocker. I listen to it every day and multiple times. I feel like it applies to me! It’s a way to get the day started. 

Go-to karaoke song: Allegedly I have done karaoke, but I don’t remember it. But if I had a choice I would sing a really old country song—“Saginaw, Michigan” would be a good choice. 

Are there any superstitions you abide by? I do have some stupid ones but don’t talk about them much. But an example is when I’m playing a room, and something really “feels wrong” about it, I won’t play it again. No fear of the typical black cats or spilled salt, but [after] a premonition dream with a symbolic snake or a fox, I would avoid those!

Proudest accomplishment: Proudest accomplishment objectively is my two daughters. My oldest—when she was 5—she won the Miss Apple Dumpling Beauty Contest. It knocked me out of my chair and I was so proud. 

Describe a perfect day: Sitting down at a flatwater pond and fishing and sitting in the shade without a care in the world watching the day go by. Not even having to catch a fish! It’s such a solitary thing to do. Add a novel and a blanket and it’s complete, watching the clouds go by. 

If you had three wishes, what would you wish for?
A pint of Guinness, a lifetime supply of Guinness, and then another pint of Guinness. 

Do you have any pets? I have my superdog Roadie, the two most beautiful orange cats in the world Handsome and Ransom, and three donkeys. Our Western Chill graphic novel features Zane and Mack—myself being Zane. Mack is my dog in real life and he is a real smartass and telepathic in the novel.  

Subject that causes you to rant: People that design our highways and transportation. TXDOT!! 

Best journey you ever went on: When I was young, my parents loved to go to Mexico. We went in my Dad’s 1973 Cadillac Eldorado and drove from Houston to Acapulco and it was incredible. 

Next journey: Palo Duro Canyon. 

Favorite word: Favorite word currently is “loud” when you are talking about smell. When something is very pungent, calling it “loud.” Using loud as describing a smell just gets me. 

Hottest take/most unpopular opinion: “Tiny Dancer” by Elton John is a great song. 

What have you forgotten today? Eating healthy.

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Mentor and student unite in artistic dialogue at Les Yeux du Monde

Artists Isabelle Abbot and Barbara Campbell Thomas met when Abbot was a student in the MFA program at UNC Greensboro where Thomas was a professor. Thomas became an important mentor to Abbot, helping her achieve a looser, freer painting style and chairing her thesis committee. “Influence + Conversation” at Les Yeux du Monde reunites the two women in an exhibition showcasing their parallel approaches and ongoing artistic dialogue.

The most potent tie linking the two artists is their shared appreciation of the natural world and what this brings to their respective practices. “Barbara has always been very supportive of my time outside in nature,” says Abbot, who became a regular visitor to Thomas’ farm while she was a student. “She talked a lot about note-taking when you’re outside, moving through the world and observing things.”

These plein air notes, a central facet of both artists’ practices, help build a visual language they can draw from. Thomas, whose work is abstract, uses what she gleans from her forays outdoors to develop what she refers to as contemplations of an interior landscape. Her paintings combine sewn fabric, collaged elements, and acrylic paint. “I don’t start with a solid piece of material; I basically build it piece by piece, using small sections of fabric, to form a ground that gets stretched. When I’m done with the sewing, I start adding the paint and collage. 

“When I learned the technique of piecing fabric together it was like a lightbulb went off. I felt like it was the knowledge I needed. I don’t want to start with a large expanse of unblemished canvas; I want to make that too. It’s not something that’s a given. Instead, I build the ground myself.”

“Dear Star” by Barbara Campbell Thomas. Image Courtesy of LYDM.

Thomas’ reduced palette of blues and grays is inspired by a rag rug made by her great-grandmother. The rug features a pattern of diamonds, a motif Thomas has incorporated into “Central Medallion.” In this work, the artist plays with space in an abstract way. Surrounding the center diamond, four squares of fabric are attached to each other. Where the seams meet, the strips of material don’t exactly line up, imparting a kind of jangly energy to the piece. Lighter colored painted fabric around the edges frame the dark center, making it pop. 

Optically, the thrust of the work appears to be receding down a deep well, while at other times, it feels like it’s extending out toward you. This spatial push/pull animates the work and reveals Thomas’ interest in how movement affects observation. “The visual rhythm and visual cadence of my work is aided by the fact that my body’s in movement,” she says. This attention to rhythm and cadence is also seen in “Night Space,” which features a prominent horizontal direction, and “Dear Star,” which brims with staccato intensity.

Abbot’s connection to the physical landscape is more obvious, although in many works she embraces an abstract direction, using landscape as the jumping-off point. She creates her preliminary sketches outdoors, then takes them back to the studio and tapes them to the wall. “I look at them and see what I would call my go-to marks, my go-to shapes that I put together in different ways.” Moving from one painting to another, you begin to see elements of that vocabulary: descending slopes, triangles, and similar amorphous forms that crop up repeatedly.

In much of the work on view, Abbot, who excels as a colorist, favors a highly keyed palette of turquoise, yellow, and cerulean. Yet in “Ode to Greenwood,” she uses a more naturalistic color scheme. The painting reads true to nature, but in approaching the picture, you see how the color is created with a gutsy amalgamation of gestural hues that work together to describe reflections on water, the choppy contours of soft, muddy land, and shadows. 

In “Morning Glow,” blotches of bright pigment, resembling the fiery flecks that shimmer within an opal, denote pinkish sunlight glinting off structures and objects on distant ridges. The furthermost peaks are washed in pale yellow and pink, and Abbot uses vibrant brushstrokes and vivid aquamarine to convey a mountainside bathed in sun, tempering this bold choice with the dark verdant green of the adjoining hill.

For Abbot, like Thomas, it’s not just being in nature, but moving through nature. “For a long time, I painted the landscape like I was looking out a window at it. I framed it and composed it and then painted it.” But now she tries a more immersive approach, capturing the landscape in a holistic way. “It’s something that’s not way over there … you’re in it.” You see how this is implemented to great effect in “Field’s Edge,” a pastoral scene that is not just a stunning image, but is infused with the sensual qualities of its subject—buffeting breeze and warm sun—elements experienced by the artist firsthand and interpreted so effectively for us using her personal artistic language.

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Chloë Ester

Sometimes you’re in the mood for that mysterious alchemy of nostalgia and masochism that drives you to read your high school journal entries, love letters from exes, or hometown obituaries—searching for a good kind of sadness, a pain that reminds you of how precious and fleeting this life can be. And along comes Chloë Ester. This C’ville-native singer-songwriter is a storyteller with a penchant for soliciting sorrow. She’s been called “Melanchloë” by her peers in the scene, but Chloë Ester brings the full spectrum of emotions to bear throughout her setlist. Get into your feelings at your favorite DIY community arts and culture venue that doubles as a carport and relive some childhood trauma with strangers.

Friday 8/9. Free, 7pm. The Garage, First Street between Market and Jefferson streets. thegaragecville.com