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

“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”

“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”