Last night, I drove into Philly with Andy to see the Afghan Whigs. As I told him excitedly on the way in, this was a concert 18 years in the making: I began listening to them when I was about 15. I used to sit in the basement of my childhood home, lights turned low,… Continue reading love is not my only crime
When I was growing up, the car stereo was controlled by the person driving. My mother favored Whitney Houston and Ronnie Milsap, and my father’s musical taste included a sprinkling of rock from the 1960s and 70s. Both of them, though, delivered a healthy dose Motown. My brother and I considered ourselves lucky to have… Continue reading how a white girl came to love motown (and what that has to do with Patricia Smith’s poetry)
Today I saw a RT on Twitter from What Tami Said, my current favorite blogger for issues of equality. Here it is: I clicked on the link with some skepticism – that tagline is not the most promising, and I was more than a little surprised, since The Root provides a lot of insightful and… Continue reading institutionalized homophobia & how it made me disappointed in Cee Lo
I watched the Grammys on Sunday night, and while I do not intend to offer any sort of in-depth critique or analysis of what I saw, I will tell you that I enjoyed pretty much all of it. It was entertaining, if nothing else. I thought Muse was spectacular, I squealed with joy when Cee… Continue reading post-grammys; post-racial. right?
So I was all prepared to do a post about Jessie J's new video, "Do It Like A Dude." I was stoked to talk about it because of all the genderbending etc. etc. But then I was like No let me check out Autostraddle first because I want to see what they said about it.… Continue reading low like you
I used to listen to NPR and nothing else in the car. But lately, I have been listening to music again, rocking out like I am 17 and the novelty of driving my friends around in my parents' car hasn't worn off yet. These are songs I think you should try listening to in the… Continue reading songs that are good
Dear Rob Dickinson (formerly of the Catherine Wheel): When I was 15, I did something stupid: I went to a show in Philly with a friend, and we threw our bras at you. I didn’t understand then what I know now: that it was a silly, immature thing to do; that, if you and your… Continue reading open letter to a rock god