Social media gets a bad rap. Yes, it has its unpleasant sides; the misinformation that spreads like wildfire, the bullying that can go on (although I think this happens more with the younger set, yes?), the plummeting sense of self-worth when you follow people who are seem to be far cooler than you (don't deny it,… Continue reading My pin-up moment; or, why social media is awesome
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
I'm having one hell of a time harnessing my thoughts today, despite the fact that there's lots of 'em swirling around my head. And the longer I sit, staring at a blank computer screen, the more elusive those thoughts seem to be. It's been a while since I've seen this level of tired. The sort… Continue reading “Last minutes and lost evenings”
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…”
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)
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”
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