Some cities have no equal. They stand alone, suspended by romanticized reputations built of cinematic allure. Even people who have never seen a map somehow have visions of these cities in their mind. Paris is such a place.
In my lowest times, I've always turned to music. It lifts me up, consoles me, gives me perspective, and it often articulates my emotions better than I can. On at least one occasion, it has literally saved my life.
This weekend in Boston was a perfect storm for revelry.
In the nearly eleven months that I've lived hear in Nashville, aka Music City, I've seen my share of live music, mostly of the local variety, some strangers I've seen at a random open mic, some exceptionally talented friends and coworkers playing shows or simply sitting in living rooms (check out The August for some … Continue reading The Rules for a Concertgoer
Some stories are funny when they happen. Some stories require distance before the underlying humor can be obvious. And then there are stories that are too dark to ever really be funny. I'm not sure if this next story falls into the second or the third category, but I'm going to tell it here and … Continue reading The Worst Date
If you know me (or read this blog at all regularly), you know I love the show, 'House M.D.' I am also an unabashed fan of the star of that show, Hugh Laurie. His comedic work in 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie' and 'Blackadder' as well as his novel "The Gun Seller" (which I … Continue reading Band From TV
