I am a singular person and a walking cliche.
I move through the line
Aware of the appearance
Still wondering
How far I can go.
Self awareness is not comfortable
It averages out well if you
stay true and humble
What I think of me matters
In search of healthy conflict
I know the key to surviving
is wrapped in acceptance
Loving east as I move west.
It warms my heart
Enveloped in the bestDaily life I’ve ever known
Alone for the first time.
I’m at the P&H Cafe in Memphis listening to Zeke Johnson play the blues. He writes songs and tells stories. Plays guitar like a teenager sends a text – casually accurate.
Following him is Rum Rebellion. I’m a fan.
These two artists may never appear on the same stage again. You’re missing a great time.
Do women wear less and less clothing as every festival winds down or is it just a punk thing? Clothing should never be a reason to stay home.
I want The Gloryholes to play my birthday. You think I’m kidding but I’m not. I won’t rule anything out until I actually hear the word NO.
Any party at the P&H on Sunday is worth the cover. Even if you are here alone, this is a magical place and should be respected. Or maybe I have a crush on the owner. Who cares? The weekend of punk in Memphis is spectacular and as one of the geriatric punks, Sunday fits the format.
High energy, practiced, fun shows from performers that have fun even when there’s no audience. It helps that I have date rape fantasies about the band members. I also love a good show.
Cover music is always fun. It’s better than karaoke and people are less afraid to dance to songs from their youth.
It’s hot in here. Fo sho.
At age 14, I was a punk. I don’t remember all the details, but the major signs were there. I frequented the Coffee Cellar, read zines and put RAPE stickers on stop signs all over East Memphis. I got my ear cartilage pierced at a mall kiosk on a 9th grade field trip and I threw a punk-tacular fit when my parents held me down to rip it out. According to the millenial punk rating system, the music I like from that era qualifies me as a fifth level punk. So you can trust me when I say the 3rd annual Memphis Punk Festival is worth your attention. Continue reading Punk Fest 2015
Hail to all the ice storm survivors. As a city, we get the Oscar for most-improved performance in the event of frozen water. Compared to ’94, I’m proud of Memphis and our little-salt-truck-that-could. And after that freeze, everything from here on out is practically spring. In that spirit, it’s time to knock the dust off and get out into the brisk air. A good time to scout for new hangouts, there’s no reason to break the budget before spring official kicks off. Here are my favorite places to find free-ish things happening in Memphis. Continue reading An Unspecified Number of Things To Do In March
I went out last night because it was Saturday night.
That… is a terrible reason to go out.
I hope everyone is enjoying this beautiful Christmas day. Mother Earth did her part so feel free to relax and enjoy the splendor. When the day turns to night and you wake up from that day-drinking nap, there are a few options for things to do. Here’s my list of fun, friendly places to grab a seat and let go of another season’s worth of guilt and familial obligations. Continue reading Oh Christ.
Hooray. It’s a holiday week! That means everyone’s got all kinds of time off work and special plans for the week. How fun. For those of us not in that category, here’s a quick glance at some things to do while the masses sleep off turkey dinner. Continue reading The Running of the Birds