Cleveland Love

So I've been wanting a baritone guitar for awhile, because I love the sound thanks to Corin Tucker and Ian Mackaye and countless others....

The pallor of grey and mists obscuring cathedral spires and housing projects in the distance. "It's disgusting" she says, just...

Less nervy this time, showing up and plugging in. No worries of doing cover songs for which I have disdain that smacks of unadmitted musical...

Rumblings of probably not-reckonings heeded, the darkness that comes so early, the quiet street where nobody seems to live, haunted by ghost...

I didn't make any money for the station during our annual fundraising thing, due to being on so early and everyone in Cleveland who stil...

Once upon a time, I wanted so badly to be in a band. Via my dental work at Case by a rockabilly-loving resident, I was hooked up with his pr...

Did you get any good pictures? I got one. Yeah, none of mine came out because of those drunk guys... Not even the absurdity and general jerk...

A day off spent in Oberlin, walking paths through the woods with my friend and her daughters and as-yet-unborn son, as we catch up and the k...

As I need the caffeine and want to check email, the coffeeshop up the street is a nice morning refuge, where I can sit in the corner and wat...

Doing an early morning radio slot means that few listen, and fewer call. Occasionally I've gotten some weird ones, or the ones who want ...

Like buzzards circling over Hinckley Lake, it's time again for the annual get-off-my-lawnism debate about the current batch of Rock Hall...

I haven't been good about posting pictures because I'm a PC person who owns a Mac, but these are from Dike 14 on Saturday, which is ...

A cup of black tea scented mango and an almost-finished paper, the comfortable introverted companionship, the acquaintance made of Kandinsky...

Things that sound absolutely amazing when one is driving home at night through empty streets past a glittering skyline, the perfect soundtra...

Despite my frustration with certain aspects of being Peonage, I do like that I can now do my work with the accompaniment of such Batcave-fri...

The summer of 2002, graduating from high school, hanging out in the garage with my fellow Parmastani power chord enthusiasts, playing ping p...

A cup of coffee sans snark of family members or fellow peons, errands run, doing the Typical White Person in Gentrified Area Activity of dri...

The days are not nearly so sublime as the nights, when the heat dies down and the stars glimmer. An afternoon spent in the shade of trees by...

I think I have a musical crush on Kristin Hersh. 25 minutes of amazing is what this is. 2 more minutes and then high culture and excellent a...

I actually made an effort to be social and went down the street to see a band comprised of a former classmate, her husband, and a former chu...