Casey Phillips has worked as a features reporter in the Life department since May 2007.
He writes about entertainment, young adults, technology and people of interest. Casey hails from Knoxville and earned a bachelor of science degree in journalism and a bachelor of arts in German. He previously worked as the features editor for Sidelines at Middle Tennessee State University.
Casey received the East Tennessee Society of Professional Journalists Award of Excellence for Reviewing/Criticism in 2007.
In his spare time, Casey is an Irish musician, video game fanatic, movie junkie, avid reader and all-around geek extraordinaire. Also, he really likes jogging, cooking and puppies, but not at the same time.
Contact Casey at 423-757-6205 or cphillips@timesfreepress.com.
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Duo’s original material incorporates folk, jazz, swing, rock and improv
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This week, I want to bring things back down to earth and talk about something serious: Bigfoot.
To some, Bigfoot is just a myth, the product of overactive imaginations and a plaything of hoaxers for decades.
One of the fastest metabolisms in the animal kingdom. The most featherweight of avian species. The only bird that can hover, fly backwards or even — gasp — upside down.
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