51 Days in…

51 days into Lockdown 2.0 and well, I’m not insane…yet. While the first lockdown ended after 87 days, I can say without doubt 2.0 will not be ending in 36 days that’s for sure. At the end of July, the government announced they were giving singles a “singles bubble”. It means that, I as a person who lives alone, can have one friend be dedicated … Continue reading 51 Days in…

Songs of My Life: October 2020

There was no apparent theme for October. There wasn’t even a definite mood…it swung back and forth like a cracked out pendulum. October was what it was…whatever October was. This month I fell in love with Pete Buttigieg and his natural penchant for brilliant one liners and absolute zingers during interviews and at rallies. (Read his book TRUST: America’s Best Chance.) And I found hope … Continue reading Songs of My Life: October 2020

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SOTM: March of the Pigs by Eighteen Visions

Hellooooooooo face melting tunes! Eighteen Visions released a new album this year that is 18V before OBSESSION era vocals and more UNTIL THE INK RUNS DRY and VANITY vocals. One of the things I have always loved about Eighteen Visions is James Hart’s voice. He manages to belt out screams that aren’t an assault on your ears. Some vocalists who scream their vocals sound like two feral … Continue reading SOTM: March of the Pigs by Eighteen Visions

Songs of My Life: November 2016

November felt like it moved as slow as molasses on a winter day. There was something askew with November. I felt as I was walking through a haze, a cloud but maybe Lorelei Gilmore said it best in the episode of “Fall” in Gilmore Girls, “I feel like I’m standing still.” I just felt off this month. Maybe it was my vibrational energies, my biorhythms, it being … Continue reading Songs of My Life: November 2016

Songs of My Life: May 2016

Mentally, I was all over the goddamn place for May. Most of it was in a good headspace but damn the days where it was a bad headspace. I’m good at recognizing patterns my brain takes and signs of where it’s going to fuck with me so I can luckily do a preemptive strike on most of those bad headspace days but the days I couldn’t stop it from happening seemed like what the fuck moments times a billion. I survive though. Mostly through sheer will and my sidekick, music. Some of those bad headspace days, you just crawl into your bed, pull the blankets over your head and go to bed the moment your day ends and some days you share those bad headspace days with someone and their simple words of understanding help more than they know. Continue reading “Songs of My Life: May 2016”