I’ll never write for Rolling Stone. I lack the sonic language required for in-depth analysis: why this record is good and why that record...
(personal narrative starts here… skip if you only want to hear about the album) Everyone should have a facilitator – someone in...
It’s over. I’m home. Music from my YouTube channel rolls in the background while I try to get my thoughts in order. I’m...
It’s cool, dark, quiet. Finally. We’re at our final hotel. My husband is sleeping. I’m behind again. I knew I would be. I...
Standing in front of the Lonesome Rose honky tonk in San Antonio, I am keenly reminded of what it was *not* when I last stood here. When...
