Nothing is quite like seeing a great gig. Something happens; a collective tingling of "Spidey-Senses" towards a moment in time that we, the select group of fans, experience together through live music that will never happen again (at least not in that exact form).
I'm 29. No, seriously. And in September I'll be 30. This is supposed to be a "double death" for me as both a musician and a gay man, but unlike so many who turn 29 over and over again (or worse, 18), I plan to lean into this.
Hello. I am writing to you live from my songwriting cave where I have made myself a hermit. Garageband, notepads and instruments -- this is how I write songs. I lock myself away and spew out everything in my brain and just try to make it sound nice/make some sense.
If a male artist goes from YouTube sensation to being courted by every major label, he is in charge. But if an emerging female artist gets asked to contribute to the Girls soundtrack, she must be a sell-out, a puppet, mangled to sell something the corporations already own.