Most of my Sunday was spent celebrating the first birthday of one of my best friend's kids. It was great and so good to celebrate such a fantastic thing, but it also definitely got me in my feelings a little... Continue Reading →
Welp, for better or for worse, I survived my trip to Las Vegas over the weekend for the When We Were Young festival. It was a whirlwind and a fantastic time with some amazing friends. It was hard to come... Continue Reading →
Going from the intimacy of seeing Thursday at the tiny Zhora Darling on Saturday night to being at an arena show at the giant Xcel Energy Center on Sunday night was a shock to the system. Both shows had their... Continue Reading →
The Trilogy Tour at Xcel Energy Center featured Ricky Martin, Pitbull, and Enrique Iglesias, with rotating headliner sets. Ricky Martin stole the show with a heartfelt, captivating performance. Pitbull delivered an over-the-top, danceable show with moments of vulnerability. Despite initial doubts, Enrique Iglesias impressed with crowd interaction and a mature, romantic vibe. The concert provided an unexpectedly enjoyable pop music experience.
I am a 90s baby through and through but you probably wouldn't have known that on Thursday night as I watched Pearl Jam. Put on Third Eye Blind or Matchbox Twenty and I will be singing along to every word.... Continue Reading →
I try to keep up with all things top 40 but it gets exhausting and some acts seem to just slip through the cracks. That's the case when it comes to Sam Smith. Obviously, I know their name and have... Continue Reading →
The one birthday present I give myself every year is a couple of days off from shows. I know that seems insane. Most people want to go out on their birthday but, as someone who is out almost every night,... Continue Reading →
I was a bit nervous for The Cure on Thursday night. A flyer mishap had them promoting that they were playing Xcel Energy Center in Minneapolis. Fans were quick to correct them with the fact that Xcel Energy Center is... Continue Reading →
I have this distinct memory of hanging out with my cousin in her rural southern Illinois farmhouse when I was younger. We would spend hours in her room playing with our American Girl dolls and listening to music. Although the... Continue Reading →