Mood Machine by Liz Pelly Will Change Your Life

This book should be required reading for all music streaming customers, whether or not you use Spotify. You owe it to yourself to read Pelly’s work in full. From detailing how every click… Continue reading

Is Jerry Gonna Be There?

Because this is my blog I can blog about whatever I want. Even if that means a one-liner joke from my husband’s former boss at a summer work party several years ago. This… Continue reading

RIP? Pitchfork

I know it’s not dead, not yet, but it certainly feels like the end. With Marc Hogan’s piece in Rolling Stone, “Pouring One Out For Pitchfork” and Linnie Greene writing The Official Pitchfork… Continue reading

RIP Lou Reed, Ten Years Gone

Ten years ago today Lou Reed died. I remember exactly where I was. I had just moved to Yonkers to attend graduate school for nonfiction writing and was taking my new roommate, who… Continue reading

Bikini Kill! Live!

The last time I found myself in Chicago, Illinois, it was late September 2017 and it happened to be 100 literal degrees, breaking all kinds of weather records. We had chosen to visit… Continue reading

Bob Dylan in New York City

A decade ago when I was visiting Brooklyn, a decade before I would move here, I’d stay in Greenpoint. I would always get lost because Brooklyn was nothing but a blob to me,… Continue reading

Which Side Are You On?

Last year we watched Barbara Kopple’s landmark documentary Harlan County, USA from 1976 and ever since “Which Side Are You On?” has been stuck in my head. A pro-union folk song written by… Continue reading

We Built This Kitty

My husband has a new favorite song. I’ve discussed his taste in music on this blog before as *refers to notes* “late night art college radio youtube mashup supercut lyric-less catchy nonsense of… Continue reading

The History of Jazz, second edition by Ted Gioia

I decided to kick off the new year (and new decade, I guess!) by reading a new genre of music writing. I am a seasoned jazz listener, since I first started, freshman year… Continue reading

RIP David Crosby

“Awh fuck,” Patrick replied to my text. “:(((((((( It’s starting.” “Major league asshole,” I said. “Oh nightmare fuel. But I’m sad for what it represents. The Laurel Canyon scene is starting to take… Continue reading