My culture, my home

This was supposed to be a maudlin, melancholy post. I'd been preparing it, almost bracing myself for it, for a few weeks, coming up with all sorts of anguished things to write as I waited for the event that took place this past Saturday. But Saturday has come and gone, and now that it's time to… Continue reading My culture, my home


The best kind of distraction

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

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


Show #4 (for me; #1,912 for him)

The story of my love/hate relationship with country music is a post for another day. But for now it'll do to say that I like (real) country music and I feel that there isn't enough of it being played (or being marketed, at least) these days. So when I heard that everyone's favorite folk/punk troubadour Frank Turner would… Continue reading Show #4 (for me; #1,912 for him)


“…the only thing that’s left to do is live.”

Do you ever sit back and marvel at how sometimes our smallest decisions, things that seem so ordinary and insignificant and inconsequential, can have the greatest impacts? You won't realize just how great until after the fact, of course. But chance meetings and opportunities that stem from being in the right place at the right time possess a fragility that terrifies me. I've… Continue reading “…the only thing that’s left to do is live.”