Last Saturday I returned to Book Club, C’ville’s music-venue-in-an-afterhours-bookstore, opening for some casually virtuosic student shoegazers and some peddlers of self-described “slutty goth-punk”. All of whom were very young and very talented. To be very honest, for the majority of the day preceding the show, I was wrestling with some kind of nondescript malaise and... Continue Reading →
A fundamental part of my music is anger. Even if it’s quiet anger, or pretty anger, or glittery anger… it’s still anger. I would not trade this in for anything; it’s at the core of my whole mission, and I’ll be honest: I very well might stop the mission if I ceased to be angry.... Continue Reading →
I’ve probably mentioned before that as a little kid I used to make tapes of a pretend radio station called “K23: Greek music, relaxing hits, and information” (the station ID I delivered in an abrasively singsong tone). I conducted make-believe interviews, gave talk-radio-style commentary, improvised commercials where I hollered about products being on sale for... Continue Reading →
Full disclosure: though at the start of this year I was doing everything I could to let folks know I was able and willing to perform live, I didn’t really expect it to happen anytime soon. I have no name recognition and did my best for the majority of my fifteen+ years in this town... Continue Reading →
I’ve made it pretty plain that I have had one main muse for a looong time, and my recent rude awakening on the topic of limerence had to do with them. However, I’d be remiss to give them all the flowers, since when I think back, there have been MANY “Limerent Objects” (LOs) over the... Continue Reading →
I had a performance review at work today, and it was surreal. That is not to say it was negative. By all accounts I am doing what I am paid to do, and doing it well. It was, however, suggested that recent changes to my job description might have "re-engaged" me. That is an interesting... Continue Reading →
A couple years ago I bought a vintage trunk and stored some old accomplishments away in it. I dragged it out today and went through a thick pile of papers from college and grad school. I had saved surviving things from those days indiscriminately. But as I leafed through them today, it seemed clear to... Continue Reading →
So, real talk. After my latest “thanks but no thanks” for a role I have been courting for a long time and have no doubt I would seriously kick ass at, I am feeling… strangely liberated? I realized this as I was looking at Post-Punk.com’s feature of Roxy Music’s Siren album. I had volunteered that... Continue Reading →
Coming off a three-day weekend during which I (in addition to other household chores)..... -Did a deeper than usual cleaning (DP helped) and bought new pillows to combat recent allergy flares-Did a ton of stretching and other exercising to combat my chronic, undiagnosed-despite-x-ray-and-rheuma-visit back problems, which also alternate between being tailbone, trap, pec, elbow, and... Continue Reading →
Why yes, that IS a Vic Chesnutt reference. So. Whereas I have not received the official declination letter yet, sufficient time has passed since the interview to indicate that, as before, I was not selected. Here are my observations, this go-round.When one has just finished an interview, one may come away with a certain positive... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 