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
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
“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
I am always searching for a new lens into music history and music storytelling and I found it with Geffen’s Glitter Up The Dark. The University of Texas Press American Music Series, edited… Continue reading
I have two speeds. I like Chick Webb’s big band swing orchestra or Black Sabbath. It’s The Grateful Dead or the Saturday Night Fever (1977) OST. Bjork or Dylan. My husband is a… Continue reading
Since I brought my blog back, let’s sink our teeth in to the timeless Music Blog Album Of The Year list tradition. Yum yummm. Being a Music Snob is exhausting. I was one,… Continue reading
It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here. But the fact is, I’ve been doing A LOT of writing in 2017. More than I ever have before. I finished draft three… Continue reading
The narrative of Fight Club revolves around one scene in the movie. Tyler Durden is sitting across from The Narrator in a bar. Earlier that night, The Narrator came home to find his… Continue reading
Indie rock no longer wears a disguise. We see Win Butler behind his stripe of black. We see the band he fronts, Arcade Fire, win the Grammy for Album Of The Year. We see him and his… Continue reading
Earlier today I got in a scuffle on twitter with the editor/founder of Stereogum. It reminded me to be happy that I’m not “writing about music” anymore. Since school started (and since I’ve… Continue reading
Deer Tick records are like drunken nights when you get ripped with your friends and blab the truth. Or maybe you lose your friends, and cry your heart out alone about a bad… Continue reading