"The chapters of your life might take you by surprise, and the last plot twist, you never saw it coming." Thanks, Arkells, for the perfect summation of my state of mind. Apparently I'm a music journalist now? Did NOT see that one coming. But to say that I'm thrilled wouldn't even come close to describing… Continue reading The last plot twist, I never saw it coming
*In the spirit of trying to post something semi-regularly, kind of like my monthly book reviews, I thought I'd do a weekly blog about whatever song or album or artist has, for whatever reason, been getting a lot of play in my house. It won't be about trying to impress anyone with trendy new bands or deep… Continue reading What I’m Spinning
I’m starting to wonder if the ripple effects from discovering Frank Turner will ever stop. There's always something, some association or connection made, that can be traced back to him. I’ve met so many brilliant, creative people and have been exposed to so much fantastic music because of him. And, if not for Frank, I… Continue reading A fine night to test what you know
This post has been a long time coming, but in retrospect, I'm glad I waited to write it. A lot has happened since I first thought to jot down these observations...events and interactions that have only strengthened my belief that I stumbled onto something pretty special. One of the things that stuck with me after my conversation with… Continue reading “If you’ve got my back, I’ll go on.”
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
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)
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.”
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.