With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might

The last time these guys made an appearance in my blog, they kind of got the short shrift. They closed out a busy two weeks of traversing the east coast and, in much the same way I collapsed, exhausted, on the couch when I finally got home, I lost all momentum in writing my recap.… Continue reading With eyes closed tight, I swing with all my might


In pictures

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

“Pure potential in a soiled white shirt”

I'm very nearly finished with my whirlwind month of long car rides that end either in beautiful locales or at the foot of a concert stage. I'm tired, I haven't really known what day of the week it is since mid-July, and my house desperately needs to be cleaned. But despite all that, I don't want it… Continue reading “Pure potential in a soiled white shirt”


It was wild. It was wooly. YOW!!

I know, I know - I just devoted an entire post to these guys, but after last night, I decided that they're more than deserving of another. The husband and I made the trek to Philly last night for the Bellfuries' show. I'd been inquiring/imploring/harassing them via social media about coming back to the area, and… Continue reading It was wild. It was wooly. YOW!!


“Some kind of witchery implanted in me”

So we've established that I firmly believe that JD McPherson is the last bastion of true, honest-to-goodness rock 'n' roll. And because he surrounds himself with like-minded artists who are just as invested in preserving its heritage and integrity, one unexpected side effect of being a fan of his is discovering his associates too, bands I never would've known about… Continue reading “Some kind of witchery implanted in me”


“Engineered to restore your faith in rock and roll”

I should be going to a concert tonight. Should be. I even rearranged my schedule to accommodate it. But this is one of those rare instances where irksome, distasteful adult things - you know, work and responsibility - have taken precedence. I'm disappointed but not too bitter, considering that I've seen this particular band before and… Continue reading “Engineered to restore your faith in rock and roll”


Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing

Normally after a show, I binge on the music I just heard. Depending on how good the show, the binge can last anywhere from a couple of days to a couple of weeks (or, in one particular instance that my husband would just as soon forget, months) until something else catches my interest. However, in the… Continue reading Don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing