music notes
Meant to get this out last Saturday. I did not get it done. So this is good enough I guess. I saw Parquet Courts at the Royale in Boston last.
I saw The Regrettes on Thursday night at Sessions in Eugene, Oregon. It's the rare time that I am at a conference and there's a club across the street from.
Music serves many functions in our lives. It's for dancing, probably more than anything else. It's a conduit to sex. It's for ritual. It's for protest, outrage, anger, love. It's.
This week's musical highlight was seeing Waxahatchee play at the Columbus Theatre in Providence. This was my 4th time seeing Waxahatchee. Like with Jason Isbell, who I used to see.
I haven't done a Music Notes in a long time. I was on the road for two weeks and haven't listened to new albums until now. There wasn't a ton.
I think it's time for my long-awaited Dead themed post. There's no real reason for the timing other than that I don't have anything better to talk about. However, it.
I grew up outside of Eugene and the thing about that city is that while it is great in many ways, it has a terrible music scene. Somehow, Michelle Zauner.
I was so happy to see my first jazz show in two years last Friday at Firehouse 12 in New Haven. It was Bill Lowe's Signifyin' Natives, effectively a post-colonial.