My shows on Monday and Tuesday night left me wanting more. Each of them had something redeeming about them, I suppose, but they just didn't hit me the way I like concerts to, and I was left feeling slightly unsatisfied... Continue Reading →
I go to concerts because I love seeing passion on display. I like to see people doing what they love and sharing it with strangers. I love watching an audience full of people singing along to every word and being... Continue Reading →
A buddy and fellow photographer is out of town right now, but before he left, he made sure that Sunday night's show at The Icehouse was on my radar. It hadn't been until he said something, and it was up... Continue Reading →
We all have guilty pleasures. I've posed this question before, but I'll ask it again. Why do they have to be "guilty"? Is it because they don't feel "cool" enough? Maybe because there's a stigma attached to them, a stigma... Continue Reading →
I hate to admit it, but walking into First Avenue on Thursday night, I couldn't help but laugh at the shirt the headliner, Cortex, was selling. It was a black T-shirt with big white letters spelling out "Jazz is Dead"... Continue Reading →
Wednesday night's show at The Fillmore almost didn't happen for me. I didn't catch that the show had been moved from the massive Armory to the more intimate Fillmore and, by the time I did, it was Wednesday morning, and... Continue Reading →
I didn't know what my Tuesday night would look like until about 5 PM. Typically, I hate nights like that, and if I don't know what show I'm going to by the time I leave my day job, I typically... Continue Reading →
It feels like fall, and it has me in my cozy era. I spent all day Sunday working, cleaning, and lounging while a delicious-smelling pot of homemade Indian food sat in the crockpot. I'm not your basic kind of girl,... Continue Reading →