I Wasn’t Feeling 22

I’m sitting at a high-top in the ornately decorated Royale and I’m crying.  It’s the night before my birthday and I’m soon to see Marian Hill, one of my favorite good time, pbr&b bands.  I desperately want everything to be hunky-dory.  My plan is to ring in 22 on the days surrounding my birthday (because…

We Dropped the Ball

We dropped the ball.  There’s really no other way of putting it.  Lauren at least has the excuse of being on a different continent for a few weeks.  I’ve got nothing.  About a month ago (yikes, you haven’t heard from me in over a month, sorry!!), I came to the realization that there’s likely no…

Get Jazzed: Clever Crossover, Women’s Rights, and Promising Duo

  So Lauren and I are talking about our own feminist philosophy on women embracing sexuality.  Meanwhile, my life is in serious need of a boost—not necessarily musical, but I’ll take what I can get.  And then a gift from the music gods appears before me and now both playing fields are looking a little…