Last week, I was fortunate to see James Vincent McMorrow live for the first time. For those who may not know who he is (like my brother who asked me who the hell is that when I sent him a clip from the concert haha) he is a singer, an amazing singer, from Ireland. He… Continue reading True Care Tour: Until Next Time, ‘Morrow.
I lived in Arizona the first eighteen years of my life. But three years ago I moved away to San Francisco. I never really paid attention until I moved away, but I was a terrible Arizonan, because I had never been to the Grand Canyon. Until last Thursday! I finally got to meet the Arizona… Continue reading Becoming an Arizonan… After Moving Away.
She can wear what she wants. She can walk down the street naked, and you still would not have the right to violate her. If someone leaves the door to their house open, does that give you the right to walk in? To caress their couches, examine their personal pictures on the wall, sleep in… Continue reading Do Not Touch.
He couldn’t see her in the tiny storage closet, but he could smell her. She smelled like home. Not his home, which reeked of greasy pizza boxes and inside-out underwear, but home. She smelled of sweet pea body wash and the mint chocolate-chip gum she always kept a pack of in her purse. That was… Continue reading In a Storage Closet in Paris.
I love listening to covers because I love seeing people take a song they admire and love, which I also love, and transform it by putting their spin on it. I hate when people complain and say oh they ruined it, or no one beats the original. The point of a cover is to not… Continue reading The Eleven Best Covers on Triple J.