Mother’s Day

mothersdayMy mom has never left me to guess if she believed in me or loved me completely. As a young kid I felt her attention as she would stop what she was doing to listen or help me. As an (asshole) teenager I felt her commitment as she followed me to hell and back, refusing to let me get away with the idea that I was ever alone. As a young woman I felt her support as she shared with me advice, wisdom and encouragement but always let me make my own decisions. And now, as I am even older than she was when she brought be into this world I feel a different kind of love between us. It’s more than ‘mother loves daughter, daughter loves her back’. It’s about friendship and admiration and respect and it’s flowing in both directions. It feels equal and endless and kindred. Because let’s face it, it’s one thing to love your mom and another thing entirely to also like your mom.

So mom, as your daughter, as your friend, as a woman and as a human I think you’re tops.

xo

Listener and the Homeless Gospel Choir

The first time I heard Dan from Listener speak his music I remember spending

a long time afterward quiet and still. Like I needed to digest. I think it’s the kind of experience that you

like or you don’t, but are affected by either way. Later when I actually got a chance to talk to him

I learned why that is.

when it comes right out of someone’s soul you can’t not feel it.

So tonight Listener and The Homeless Gospel Choir are back in town. If you haven’t had a chance to

check them out yet do so now.

Also attending will be A Rose By Any Other Name , Lune & Analecta

The AntiSocialites

I have never really been one to feel as ease on two wheels,

or in groups of people, but lately I have been breaking all of my rules.

And I am a damn lucky girl to have landed myself a spot among this group

The history behind The AntiSocialites is actually a mystery to me,

This is because I have never actually asked. But my guess is

1. someone got on a moped.

2. Fucking loved it

3. Told a friend, or maybe two

and this happened over and over again until this happened

photo by erin

I can easily say this is my favorite group of

sarcastically crass, infinitely knowledgeable,

unintentionally comical and genuinely helpful  anarchists ever.

xo

The Silver Bullet

Murderped

Father’s Day

My dad was the one that taught me to say “thank you” when someone accused you of being weird. He was also the one who helped me to understand that not all who wander are lost. To have a wanderlust propelling you through life is like having an eternal fountain of youth, keeping you curious and seeking out what exists beyond what you know.

xoxo