"Comin' in a mess, goin' out in style..." Up until about twelve hours ago, I had planned on sharing something else entirely, a bluesy rock album I'd been grooving to all weekend. But then, as they're wont to do, the Gallagher brothers happened. I didn't feel the urge to go on an Oasis-driven binge when news broke… Continue reading What I’m Spinning – D’You Know What I Mean?
I know, I know. Seeing as how I'm recounting events that took place a month ago, this is a little overdue. (See my previous post for my excuses.) But I would be remiss if I didn't at least mention my last excursion for 2016, especially considering that it includes some of my favorite people. But… Continue reading The best kind of distraction
Wow. That's the only word I can think of to describe the response I received to my last post. The Sleeping Souls, wonderful guys that they are, read it and thought it summed up the atmosphere surrounding the Frank Turner family well enough that they shared it with their fans. And then Frank himself shared it. That post… Continue reading In pictures
This post has been a long time coming, but in retrospect, I'm glad I waited to write it. A lot has happened since I first thought to jot down these observations...events and interactions that have only strengthened my belief that I stumbled onto something pretty special. One of the things that stuck with me after my conversation with… Continue reading “If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on.”
Okay, I'm just gonna lay it all out there. I don't want there to be any secrets between us. Brace yourself... I completely and unabashedly love '90s music. All right, that's probably not terribly shocking. I grew up in the '90s, so it kind of stands to reason. Whatever the radio played back in those days was… Continue reading “Some say you might lose your mind…”
My sister and I survived our jaunt to Philly to see Lucius (barely, no thanks to a car that didn't want to start and, once it finally got started, the worst rain/hailstorm I've ever had the displeasure of driving through), so after a scant five hours of sleep, I got to do it all over again. This… Continue reading Pirate shanty punk rock. Or something.
So about last weekend. Remember, that whole "three shows in four days thing"? I'm pretty sure that running on so little sleep for almost a week is what made me catch the mother of all illnesses, since I've been laid up with a fever ever since I got home. But man...it was worth it. The festivities began… Continue reading Worshipping at the feet of goddesses