Winter Tunes | A Seasonal Playlist

Does your taste in music change with the seasons? Mine does. Spring is for new bands – the louder and more raucous, the better. In the summer, I find myself craving 60s pop classics. During the fall, I go all-in on my beloved Halloween playlists. (Yes, Halloween music is a thing, but that’s what my other blog is for.)

29 Musical Truths I Learned from “Almost Famous”

I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve seen “Almost Famous”. It’s one of those movies I can watch three times in a row, and it will still be just as enjoyable of an experience. My DVD copy is well-loved after being watched, shared and packed to watch on trips with the girls. (It gets flipped on in hotel rooms a lot during our pre-show prep when we’re following a tour…) I can pretty much quote the entire thing, start to finish – original theatrical release and extended director’s cut.

I Wanna Get Better – How Jack Antonoff’s Summer Anthem Saved Me

I knew it was getting bad when I couldn’t stop listening to The Smiths. I needed to fade away into “Asleep” and “Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want” constantly. As soon as I’d finish one album, I’d move on to the next and repeat the process as many times as it took to fill the day. Then days. Then a week. Then another week, and still the only music I craved was Morrissey telling me how heartbreaking life is over and over.

Why you should ALWAYS see the opening band

What kind of concert-goer are you? In my world, there are two types. (And I hope you’re the right one…)

The first type views a concert as a social activity. They probably buy a ticket because they’re mildly interested in the band or artist or because it’s an excuse to hang out with friends. They half-heartedly remember the date, show up just before the headliner goes on and thinks because they paid money, they’re still entitled to push into the front row.

The Good Groupie Returns

Testing, testing, 1…2…3…is this thing on? *Ahem.* All right, here goes nothing…Well, my friends, it’s been a while since I’ve been The Good Groupie. Two years, to be exact. When I announced my leave of absence, I made tongue-in-cheek jokes about going on hiatus like our favorite bands do when they just need a damn break from each other.