*The first of my ICYMI series. Seeing as how these guys have made the news recently for receiving a spur-of-the-moment invitation by Team Canada to fly to PyeongChang to perform at the Olympics, I thought it'd be appropriate to share this. I had the good fortune to cover Arkells' east coast shows in November with… Continue reading From the archives – Arkells in Philly and DC
I'm sure you've noticed that I've been a bit derelict in posting original content on here. Sorry about that...I haven't had much time alone with my thoughts of late. But it just occurred to me (because I'm super quick on the uptake like that) that I do have stuff to share, stuff that you might… Continue reading Content forthcoming. Standby.
I originally submitted this to my friend Rich Chizmar of Cemetery Dance Publications to be included as a guest essay for his Stephen King Revisited project. But after talking to him and getting his blessing (and since he's still a long way from revisiting IT), I decided the timing was right to share it with you… Continue reading The Eighth Loser
"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
This is post number 52. Which, had things gone according to plan, should have been published two months ago. But nothing seems to go according to plan for me these days, and that's not necessarily a bad thing. When I started my blog, I'd hoped to average about a post a week, if not more. Lofty goals,… Continue reading Anniversaries and missed deadlines
WordPress has this handy little feature, the Stats page, where you can monitor pretty much any imaginable statistic about your blog. How many times it's been viewed, how many visitors you've had...and how many days it's been since your last post. And right now, that particular stat is glaring accusatorially up at me. Nineteen. Nineteen days since… Continue reading Aspirations, interrupted