I quoted a Lucy Dacus lyric on my Facebook music page yesterday. The girl's got some wicked breakup lines that, though I cannot relate to them ATM (unless I direct them at my stagnant career, that is), still sting so good. In my post I also happened to mention NOT having tickets to see her... Continue Reading →
Remembrances from a Life of Goth-Adjacency*
I just kicked off a long weekend by falling down a YouTube k-hole. The result being that I watched the 2019 documentary Scary Stories. Like many millennials of a certain age, I remember Alvin Schwartz's iconic horror anthology Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark (SSTTIND), that irresistible fetish object, as a staple of our... Continue Reading →