musings on music & motherhood
If you believe in the Stevieverse, where Welsh gods and grey wolves speak to the lady of the mountain, you know Stevie Nicks saw 2020 coming. You know she had a premonition back in 2017, when she was on the road for the 67 shows of her 24 Karat Gold Tour: I must make a... Continue Reading →
Welcome back, dear reader, it’s been a tough couple of weeks. And months. It’s been awhile. Thanks for reading and... A big Happy August Birthday to Christine - friend, roomie, concert buddy, LYLAS *** It’s a good time to mix cocktails. To read. To run. It’s a good time to lie down on the living room... Continue Reading →
"Sophistafunk, aristocats Distinguished dogs, clean up your acts Pull up your pants, ladies and gents Please, act like you got some sense"* Don’t stop here if you’re looking for feel-good inspiration. Only one uplifting anthem to be heard today**. I’m not posting about being stronger and braver. Being confident, happy, outstanding fighters with full hearts... Continue Reading →
"And meanwhile the man was falling from space And everyday I wore your face Like an atmosphere around me A satellite inside me" How is this song NOT about David Bowie? I wonder every time I listen to it - "How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful" - the title track from Florence + The Machine's... Continue Reading →
For my yearly wrap up of 2013, I wrote, “All hail the return of the king – David Bowie – and the art of the music video.” And I included a link to his surreal collaboration with Tilda Swinton for ‘The Stars (Are Out Tonight)’. Two years later and RIP, we’re talking and posting about... Continue Reading →
It’s been a few days but I’m still buzzed from my Clockenflap experience. Kil Sun Moon, Rachael Yamagata, The Skatalites, Clean Bandit, Earth, Wind & Fire Experience, Swervedriver, cold beer, good food, best friends, EO and YO having a blast. And I haven’t even mentioned Sunday night! Oh Lord. But before I get to that... Continue Reading →
Randy from Baton Rouge Randy from Baton Rouge who was a great dancer not so great kisser took me to the Propaganda concert Fall semester which I thought was a date but asked me after to reimburse him for the ticket not that I would have minded if the evening had been prefaced by this... Continue Reading →
You are merely auditing this class. You are not in control. You are here for the ride. This is not your party. You know that going in. You barely know any Imagine Dragons songs. They're a young folks' band. But so what. There’s no need to criticize the band name (which is kind of kids'... Continue Reading →
It's the little things, you know? Like finding real (not UHT) cream in the grocery store, on sale. Or the smile on EO's face after she touches the wall and sees her time in the 100fly. Or the fact that YO will still hold my hand. This week I'm adding to that list the fricking... Continue Reading →
Dear readers, I'm looking for a little advice here and I'd appreciate your help. As you know, therockmom blog has been trucking along for five years now. I started it as a way to establish a writing routine for myself and share my passion for music. Since then, it's morphed in to a half music... Continue Reading →
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