The Summer Slaughter tour came through Bogart’s last night. Decapitated was headlining, and Trenton didn’t want to miss the chance to see one of his favorites live, despite the fact that only a small fraction of the original lineup remains. A few years ago, the original(ish) members of Decapitated were involved in a bus crash, […]
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passion and ambition. and centaurs.
From what I gather, Dead Man’s Bones started as a fun and gimmicky experiment in self-indulgence for Ryan Gosling and the guy who dated Rachel McAdam’s little sister. What came out is the best album I’ve heard in a really long time; I’ve been transporting the skinny cardboard sleeve in my purse so I can […]
Read more...but fuck me if I post his picture this time
Saturday was a busy day. In the morning, I helped set up the CASA booth at Macy’s. Some lovely volunteers of ours offered to sit at the table and sell coupon books for the Macy’s Shop For A Cause event, but I think it was kind of a wash. We made something like $20 the […]
Read more...so bitter and so sweet
I used to hate Joni Mitchell. My dad would play Blue and I would go on and on about her terrible, harpy voice. Even at seven, I could concede that she was a great songwriter—alright Dad, I’ll give you that, but her voice! I’d do my best Joni Mitchell warble, somewhere between a yodel and […]
Read more...how a raven is like a writing desk
… in which our heroine compares Creed to American Idol and, indirectly, monster-truck rallies. So it’s like this… this one time, I bought a Creed cd. I’m not going to bother defending this action, since the crux of my argument kind of lies in the ephemeral, simple beauty of not having to. A few weeks […]
Read more...yep, that was me
I’ve been to a lot of concerts over the past few weeks, most recently Ryan Adams with the Cardinals last night at the Palace. Considering the last time Ryan Adams played Louisville, he wore a shower cap under his hoodie and never acknowledged the audience, last night could be considered an improvement, but damn that […]
Read more...my vinyl and a question about garbage
Several months ago when my dad asked me what I wanted for Christmas, without thinking, I blurted out: “a stereo system!” Not that I didn’t. I’ve wanted a nice stereo system, with speakers and a receiver and all for a long time now. No self-respecting music lover should have to listen to music out of […]
Read more...like ya just don’t care
Be it strained vocal chords or a mosh-induced head wound, the best concerts are the ones that leave you injured. The injury I sustained at the Michael Franti concert might be one of my best—I pulled a muscle behind my elbow from too much fist pumping. Hotness. There’s something incredibly satisfying about rocking so hard […]
Read more...someday we’ll find it, the ainbow-ray onnection-cay
Being a fan of indie music is incredibly time-consuming. It’s not just that you have to jump on the bandwagon (pun intended) before they gain mainstream notoriety—although that’s certainly a large part of it—it’s also the sheer volume of material you have to wade through to find music you actually enjoy. Indie music fanship requires […]
Read more...mmm… pastey.
Paste Magazine is almost always completely in sync with my musical tastes, and now it seems they’re almost always completely in sync with my life as well: Carleton!ear-x-tacy! It’s like they’re sitting in my closet writing the copy… it’s kind of freaking me out.
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