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”
I should in London right now. Really. I'm not speaking whimsically, but factually. Which is worse by far. Knowing that right now I should be standing in the middle of my favorite city on earth is KILLING me. A few weeks ago, the photographer Ben Morse announced that he was going to be opening a photo exhibition featuring his… Continue reading Seizing the day…but having to give it back
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…”
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!!
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”
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”
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
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
I kind of alluded to this in my last post, but I love music. One of my favorite memories as a kid is sitting in front of my parents' record player, looking at the pictures on the album sleeves and reading the lyrics. So it's not terribly surprising that, as I got older, live music became pretty important… Continue reading A bit of background