First, an observation: bottomless mimosas are very conducive to dreamlike, hazy, optimistic thoughts. In other words, exactly the kind you should be having on New Year’s Day, as you dream about what the year might have in store for you. In recent years, reflecting on the year gone by and setting goals for the new [...]
"How do you tell someone their behavior is objectifying, reducing and dehumanizing? That it makes you uncomfortable and afraid? And the bigger question: why are we concerned about the appropriate way to address unwarranted, inappropriate behavior?" I wrestle with the very real, very unwanted threat of sexual harassment in public in this piece, up now at [...]
"Sports Illustrated seems to be treading into weird territory, reappropriating what was initially created as a child’s plaything into a sex object to be featured on the cover of its always-anticipated Swimsuit Edition." I wrote a piece on the Barbie + Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition collaboration for Luna Luna Mag. Go read it!
DISCLAIMER: This post is in no way, shape or form written by an expert, nor does it contain any secret keys to life. (Sorry.) Instead, it was written by a very faulty human who has some self-awareness and a sincere desire to humbly move forward and become a better person. By now, you’ve probably already [...]
I wrote about Leroy Powell and his newest album for Rhythm of the Region. We talk music, his diverse playlist, and superheroes (of course!).
If there’s one argument for heading to Columbus this weekend, it’s to see the last days of rock and roll. I’m not talking hair rock. I’m not talking metal. I’m not talking straight country, either. I’m talking real rock and roll, the kind you feel in your stomach, the kind that needs no introduction. It’s to see Leroy Powell and the Messengers on stage at Woodlands Tavern on March 29.
But I’m going to introduce you to Leroy Powell anyway. First, a disclaimer: I met Leroy back in the day. When I say “back in the day” I actually mean back in my day, which is about 7 years ago, when he was playing with Shooter Jennings and the .357s. In addition to the way he plays guitar (pure nasty, in case you were wondering), he sang backup vocals and could write one hell of a song (“Busted in Baylor…
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