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As promised, here’s Jason Blair’s Q&A with Tift Merritt. A lot has been written about your voice. When were you first aware of your own voice? The first time I remember being aware of my own voice was when I had my first apartment. I would sing all the time and play music in the middle of the night and my neighbors would bang on the wall, telling me to be quiet. And I thought, I didn’t realize I was singing that loud… Continue reading
And now it’s Monday. Isn’t it? I feel a little discombobulated. I’m pretty sure it’s Monday, and I’m tired, and I keep babbling incoherently to anyone who’ll listen about how much fun MFNW was. Seriously. Babble, babble, ramble, meander. Continue reading
So I got a little behind. Forgive me. Let me shift into present tense so I can pretend I’m not writing two days late. Continue reading
Honestly? I didn’t think my first night at MusicfestNW would involve staying out until after one in the morning, allowing my ears to be totally fucking battered, but lo, it did, and it was a little bit awesome. I did stay at Holocene all night, true, but I knew Calendar Editor Chuck Adams was out and about — I’m sure he’ll check in later about Battles and M. Ward — and, well, see, it’s more fun to have someone to talk shit with at shows, and the only other person I knew who’d be out last night was at Holocene. Continue reading
I have a tendency to avoid blogging things if I think everyone’s already seen them. Sometimes I’m totally wrong, like with that damn fonts video I sent to Chuck a month or so ago. It was only kinda funny then, and now that it’s making the rounds, it’s getting annoying. But these two things are still cool! I swear! 1. Yeltsin video for “We Will Become a Factory” Continue reading
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Photos by Todd Cooper My ears, they ring. There weren’t enough bodies in the Indigo District tonight to absorb enough of the treble coming out of the speakers, which looked small but sounded big enough to hold several Johnny Whitneys and all their falsetto notes. Continue reading
Whoa. Congrats, charming boys from Washington! Continue reading
So a few weeks ago I confided in the pages of the EW that I have a weakness for pop punk. Then, oddly, the show I was previewing was canceled. But no matter! A better, sleeker, poppier and, well, gothier show has risen to take its place in my heart: Alkaline Trio at the Indigo District Continue reading