There have only been a few times when my search for nostalgia has led me astray. I can count the number of times with my fingers. The times when I go to a show anxiously awaiting to relive the glory... Continue Reading →
Here I am, in Chicago, at an Airbnb located upstairs from a funeral parlor (not kidding, and yes, it's awesome), looking back on day one of this massive festival. I'm tired. My dogs are a-barking and I'm already working on... Continue Reading →
Last night was one of those shows where I couldn't stop my eyes from swelling up with tears and where, when the music hit, I couldn't help but scream along. The feeling that radiated off the stage from all of... Continue Reading →