Here before us lies a boy. A boy barely born in a pyrex-like glass basin with white blankets and the slight glare of fluorescent bulbs with their buzz.
They would go to many more parties together. Running into new girls and drinking cheap, canned beers in the annals of unknown houses that skirted the college campus.
Dear Clare Thompson,
I’ve been having this recurring dream over the past few months. The dream involves this small tattered paperback book being held up before me as if it is of grave importance. The book has a blue cover and when opened, is covered in…
Like lucid dreaming, the wave-particle duality of light, twinkies and Donald Trump, there may be no rational explanation for why people crave Waffle House. You walk in, the floors are sticky, you can practically see the perspiration from the line cook’s brow drop onto…
In the night, Percy arrived on campus and unloaded his car of all its contents. Clothes were lumped into a small closet and sheets were thrown around a mattress. Trinkets: pictures, statues, pocket…
So there I was at a Styx show with a woman who proudly declared she was old enough to be my mother passing me a vape pen and asking if I would suck some dude in the band’s member. A weird question to ask a stranger at a Styx concert on a chilly Saturday night in May. Really, just a weird question…
If you’ve ever listened to or read the name of The Black Angels then you know the color most synonymous with them is, well… black. Not aquamarine or hot pink or yellow or any of the bright happy colors you might see at a Hawaiian luau, but an intimidating, darkness. A blackness. A mean machine of…
We might get a little corny this morning. I had already written a piece about my experience at the Charles Bradley concert last week, but my laptop is lying in a hotel room in East Alabama, and thus, I am stuck with a blank slate, a late night ahead of me and heavy thoughts on my mind.
I found myself in an electronics store late yesterday afternoon buying materials to put a new radio in my car.
Being a person who assembles a weekly newsletter about live music in Nashville, I am constantly noting what is playing where. I am, after all, a professional…
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