Something about the song lyrics was familiar, but I knew I’d never heard that song before.
Juneteenth is the oldest nationally celebrated commemoration of the ending of slavery in the United States.
This is a simple, yet telling story of the difference between two little girls—one black and the other white. And it’s one of a billion stories of white privilege in America.
I was introduced to “The Swing” and “Dead Man’s Party” at the same time. While both were awesome and have stayed with me, I found Dead Man’s Party to be fucking amazing.
The Chris Isaak-esque vocals and smooth and tropical instrumentals meld together to evoke images and memories of places I’d never been, but surely dreamed about.
Entering the house after school to the strains of Alison Moyet belting out the lyrics to “Don’t Go” was a turning point in my musical life.
Disclaimer: Before you get your knickers in a twist, this is neither a pro-HRG nor an anti-DJT post. With only 12 days left until the end of this election season, we’ll be hearing a lot more talk (from both parties) about how happy they are that it’s almost over. And while I definitely agree, the…
I read today that Ray Valente Senior (or “Senior” as everyone called him), died this week. This news got me strolling down memory lane, as his restaurant, Valente’s was my first job, at 14. The restaurant, and a lot of the people who I worked with, made positive lifelong impressions on me and influenced the…