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I Can Catch Up On My Sleep When I Die

There are a bunch of bands that come and go in your life. There are some that are there for a song, a day, maybe even a year and then there are some that are there for you throughout your... Continue Reading →

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Without You I’ll Be Miserable At Best

My Halloween costume this year is me circa 2006. I'm currently sitting at work with my hair spiked in the styling of Justin from Motion City Soundtrack, all of my 11 facial piercings in, a whole stick of eyeliner and... Continue Reading →

Everything, Everything Will Be All Right

Ask any of my friends and they will tell you that I'm still living in the early 2000's music scene. Although I love watching and listening to new bands, there's an indescribable sense of comfort that comes from listening to... Continue Reading →

You Can Tell That Everything Is Going Well

It has been 116 days since The Triple Rock closed (but who's counting, right?). Every once in awhile I will go to a show and am instantly be transported into that legendary club that I spent far too many nights... Continue Reading →

Nothing’s Ever Felt As Right As This

The infamous Triple Rock Social Club may have closed down last November but the spirit of the club has been alive and kicking ever since and last night was proof of that. When walking into the sold out Fine Line... Continue Reading →

I Fought The Law, But The Law Beat The Shit Out Of Me

After an amazing show on Wednesday night, I was ready for another. Although shows have been a bit slow due to the holidays, I am more than ready to jump back into my normal life of showsing every single night... Continue Reading →

So What’s The Use In Being Normal?

I live in a hub for live music and there's always a million shows to see on any given night. Sometimes I can pick and chose a single show and be happy with my decision but I have become notorious... Continue Reading →

We Want To Feel Safe But We’ll Never Belong

My typical fifteen minute drive into downtown Saint Paul turned into forty-five minutes due to the first "real" snowfall of the year. When I got downtown and to the ramp I typically park in, I realized that they had finally... Continue Reading →

I’ll Be Your Number One With A Bullet

I still remember the first time I saw Fall Out Boy. It was a small club in Des Moines, Iowa called House of Bricks. I'm talking the old House of Bricks... the one on Merle Hay. They were playing with... Continue Reading →

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