It was 1994 and the majority of my musical diet consisted of mostly everything my grandparents wouldn't be into. If it didn't involve a pit, encouragement to jump on and launch myself off a stage in a concert setting, I was likely spinning it less regularly. The songs that would emanate from my upstairs bedroom... Continue Reading →
Part of Me: Chris Cornell Calls It a Day, My Heart Breaks
Chris Cornell died. I didn't know him...but it still hurt.
Havin’ it in Toronto
One of the musical acts I've been into for a couple years now is Sleaford Mods, an inventive duo out of England. Stripped down, it's observational punk hip-hop with frontman Jason Williamson spouting off about working class struggles with a mixture of humor, anger and disbelief backed by the laptop created beats from Andrew Fearn.... Continue Reading →
History: Van Halen at Cafe Wha?
"I am with the whole team right now. We want to know who you are writing for and where we can follow up and find your stories at. Are you on assignment or can you get assigned by one of your publications. Please let me know asap. Thanks" I received that message from Van Halen's... Continue Reading →