Because growing up on 70s television didn't kill me. It just made me who I am today.
What are the first songs you remember in your life? Of course, the answer may have something to do with when you were born. It may also have something to do with the type of music your parents listened to. And, believe it or not, it may also have to do with what your mother... Continue Reading →
It's the mid 1980s. Bands like REO Speedwagon, Foreigner and Wham! ruled the charts. But there's an underground movement bubbling up -- punk rock. Listening to my Sony Walkman late at night, the local college station would spin strange songs and bizarre artists. Sometimes, the songs were so awful my ears hurt. Other... Continue Reading →
I admit it, I watched a lot of TV as a kid in the 70's. So much TV, that as a virtual latch-key kid, my sister and I often joked that TV was our mother. That same kid somehow managed to watch SOAP when no one was looking, which was basically always. Except on those... Continue Reading →
If there was no such thing as the magical mystery that is music, I wonder what humans would do to pass the time? If I couldn't hum to myself or learn to produce tonal incantations from odd and diverse objects, then how would I express myself beyond the fragmentary thoughts that bind my mind and... Continue Reading →
In an age when it’s too easy to become a Ninja Netflix addict, stealthily clicking “next episode” on the iPad at 2am, knowing that you’ll regret it, and not being able to resist doing so, because it’s RIGHT THERE, right NOW, on demand, it’s hard to imagine that there was a time when life was... Continue Reading →
My good friend Sarah, from The Sadder But Wiser Girl was kind enough to humiliate herself for our pleasure. I asked her to share they lyrics of a song she has sung wrong all of these years, and she happily obliged. The song? Jet Airliner by The Steve Miller Band J: So Sarah, do... Continue Reading →
I was raised in a pretty shut-down household, where the music available was a strict diet of Classic FM (which I now love), Classical CDs (I love some of them), ‘Churchy’ music (still not that keen), and Gilbert and Sullivan (hate it with a passion). There was one exception (other than the stalwart ‘sung Times... Continue Reading →
