After two weeks in a row with story after dreadful story, let’s have something short and with some sweet, sweet karma.
I can hear a good or not-so-good tune and it transports me back to a time and place when it became important to me. I have a knack for strong memories tied to songs.
It has been a tough week. I am still dealing with the upcoming family gathering I will not be a part of. I am also weathering a shitstorm of anger from my mother over some trite happenings. Thank the maker for good tunes. It’s pretty much one of the few things keeping me going.
2014 was kind of shit to a lot of people, me included. While there were some high points, it seemed like 2014 just messed a lot of things up for plenty of people. It felt like a whole year of upheaval. The end of 2014 was especially triggering for me; not only did I feel […]
I woke up with the Paul Weller song “From The Floorboards Up” stuck in my head, and it felt like as good a sign as any to talk about his old band in this week’s column.
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 […]
After buying Late Registration by Kanye West on vinyl yesterday, I continued to add to my record collection. I have always been a collector. I started with stuffed animals when I was a wee one. Like I had 25 Care Bears and probably 20 or so other assorted stuffed animals. Then it became baseball cards, Magic […]
I listen to a lot of music. If I am out of the house and not actively engaging someone, I am listening to music. My headphones go on the minute I leave my apartment. Partly this keeps people from talking to me on the bus or on the street, and partly it’s because my brain […]
Oh, you thought we were done with 30 Years of Music last week, did you? Why, no! Of course we need a bonus round. Because I started this column near the end of 2012, 30 years from that point would be 1982, so it’s only fitting to bring myself back for one more retro round. […]
Just maybe, just maybe, The Letter J might feature a lot of my favorite songs that start with the word “Just.” What? That’s JUST how it is. *ahem*
It’s a quick column this week, dear readers, as Mr. Brum and I are moving house. Not very far, and I don’t own very much, but the six crates of Doctor Who VHS tapes that Mr. Brum carts around everywhere are rather heavy. We needed an album that was punchy, fast-paced, and kept our spirits up. […]