It is the annual American tradition of Sportsball Sunday on February 1st. My local team, the Seattle Seahawks, are up against the Evil Empire of the National Football League, the New England Patriots. Tom Brady is Darth Vader and Bill Belichick is the Emperor. Richard Sherman, Russell Wilson, Marshawn Lynch, and the rest of the Hawks will be up for the task. Read More Ten Songs Keeping Me Sane This Week: Superbowl Sunday Edition
Delve into riot grrrl history with this documentary on Kathleen Hanna.
Following up last week’s nostalgia trip is the last ten albums of 1994 that really stir up memories for me. This part of the list made me a little misty eyed again thinking about life and death. Thinking about mortality really gets to me sometimes and it’s been a hard week for me personally. Read More Why 1994 Matters to Me: Part 2
Depression really sucks. It is so hard to explain to people who don’t have mental health issues what depression is like. It is a bleak, dark sadness that comes to me at various times. Sometimes it’s fleeting; sometimes it sticks to me like I am superglue. While transition has cleared up a lot of my deepest darkest depression, I have learned that yes, my brain chemistry is very much hardwired for depressive episodes. Read More Ten Songs Keeping Me Sane This Week: Depression Fighting Edition
I was a 15-year-old Western Washington high school student when Kurt Cobain died. I heard the news in Computer Applications class, where I was learning the ins and outs of Word Perfect. I remember being upset, or maybe confused is the better word, but I wasn’t devastated. And most of my classmates appeared to be affected, but not devastated. I remember one girl crying inconsolably, and I felt bad for her, but minus a small handful of kids who skipped afternoon classes for an impromptu memorial (I wasn’t one of them), life resumed, and it seemed to resume pretty quickly. Read More What a Difference Twenty Years Makes: Putting Kurt Cobain to Rest
1993! You are a wealth of musical riches! How am I to be happy with a mere ten songs of your excellence? By picking fifteen instead, that’s how. Turn up yer speakers, kids, we have a bit of (almost) everything this week.
We’re less dance party and more on the loud guitars this week, friends. 1991 had its fair share of widely considered “important” albums, but I’ve managed a few quieter gems as well. Let’s get to it.