Fresh Music Video!

Dierks Bentley has released the third video in his four part series of music video yesterday, and it’s got a nice dramatic twist.  If you haven’t seen the previous two, make sure you check them out so you’re caught up on the plot line.

I’m super into how he’s marketing his new album Black with these interconnected videos by the way.  Especially with Beyonce’s “Lemonade” and Florence and the Machine releasing “The Odyssey”, the genre of music videos is becoming more in depth and involved, and really allowing the listener/viewer to be part of the story.  I’m all for this.

Check out the video for “Pick Up” below:


Flat Tires, Bucket Lists and Gaslight Anthem

(Doing what Facebook does best, this is a result of today’s On This Day feature, which Brandi and I discussed at length at like 1am…lol)

In the fall of 2009, Brandi unknowingly changed my life forever when she introduced me to The Gaslight Anthem’s “The ’59 Sound”.  I fell in love with that band hard and fast, and when we learned that they were going to be playing in Minneapolis, MN at the famed First Ave, we decided we were going to be there to see them live for the first time.  Kyla rounded out our trio and on July 25th, 2010 we were on our way.

We left a day early so that we could take our time on the drive down (read: stop at every casino on the way).  We also made sure to hit up a Perkins for lunch, though I’m pretty sure for some reason we ended up hating the manager there (I think he was mean to our waitress?  We might have left a passive aggressive comment card about it).

Basically Kyla in a nutshell...always looking for a different path.

Basically Kyla in a nutshell…always looking for a different path.

The trip was relatively uneventful until we got about 1 1/2-2 hours from Minneapolis and pulled in to a gas station to fill up.  It was at this point that we discovered I had at some point run over a giant screw of some sort and my tire needed to be changed badly.  Thankfully, between Kyla and myself we had the process pretty well figured out so we got to work, although I’m pretty sure we struggled with the jack.  Naturally, three girls changing a tire on an SUV in a gas station parking lot drew some attention, and we had a gentleman (who we decided was definitely named David) help us out as well.

Kyla and I half-way through the ordeal (let's also note Kyla's purchase and road trip drink of choice- the jug of milk beside us)

Kyla and I half-way through the ordeal (let’s also note Kyla’s purchase and road trip drink of choice- the jug of milk beside us)

Can't say I'm scared to get my hands dirty!

Can’t say I’m scared to get my hands dirty!







We finally made it to Minneapolis about 8pm- a mere 12 hours from when we began the journey (for those that are unaware, the drive from Thunder Bay ON to Minneapolis for normal people is about 6 hours…lol).

After checking in to our hotel, which was conveniently located in the heart of downtown, we decided we would head out to try and find a bar that Kyla had seen advertised in the phone book that advertised Karaoke.  We wandered all over the downtown area, with absolutely no luck, until we decided to just hang in the towel and go for a drink at the next pub we saw that didn’t appear to have a dress code (literally every place we passed was having a full on ‘club’ night, even though this was on a Sunday night).  I wish I could remember the name of the place we ended up at.  It was pretty well empty, save for a couple of people who looked like the standard regulars sitting at the bar.  I recall the bartender not being overly nice to us while we decided what beer we were going to try from their pretty decent selection; that is until one of the drunk regulars discovered we were from Canada and just thought that was wonderful.  The bartender warmed up a little after that.

We stayed for a couple drinks and then I think Brandi was starting to get a headache so we started to head home, still disappointed that we couldn’t find this place that advertised karaoke.  On the walk back, we excitedly noticed First Ave….and directly across the street, the heavens opened up and shined their light on O’Donovans Pub, the bar we had been searching for all night!  Turns out we had walked right past it earlier in our journey.  Despite Brandi’s impending headache, we decided to go in and check it out, and it ended up being on the best decisions we made of the entire trip.

I will forever remember O’Donovans Pub as the best karaoke bar I’ve ever been to, and I have never found another karaoke place that was in the same league since.  You couldn’t put a better group of people together in a single place as on that fateful evening.  We witnessed people wandering around the bar without shoes, an extremely drunk guy laying on the stage and licking his knee while singing karaoke, and more friendly strangers you could ever hope to find in one place.  Not a single person who was on stage (and it was a full-on stage, risen high over the dance floor) was even a decent singer, and nobody cared.  Kyla of course went to grab a song book, and we made ourselves comfortable in a booth near the stage.  Because I’m an awful person, I waited to see what the talent was like, and once I felt drunk enough, I signed up to sing after Kyla.

I have never felt like such a rock star at a karaoke bar in my life.  Not only are you placed on a tall stage above the crowd, but upon hearing the opening chords of Cheap Trick’s “I Want You to Want Me”, people literally rushed to the stage to dance and sing along with me.  Kyla went up a few more times, at one point asking the DJ if she was allowed to walk around while she sang (this is something she always tried to do in Thunder Bay, but our local DJ yelled at her multiple times).  The guy just shrugged his shoulders and she was off, singing and performing from one end of the bar to the other.  She made a lot of friends, and some duet partners that evening.

Kyla making friends with the locals at O'Donovans in Minneapolis

Kyla making friends with the locals at O’Donovans in Minneapolis

The next day was show day, but first we went on an adventure to check out the Mall of America.  It’s incredibly overwhelming, and we quickly learned that if you found something you liked, you should have bought it then because you’d never find the store ever again.  Literally just a maze.

Making friends at Lego Land. I can't explain the salute. Or why I thought platinum blonde was a look for me.

Making friends at Lego Land. I can’t explain the salute. Or why I thought platinum blonde was a look for me.

After a quick rest at the hotel, we were ready for show time.  We walked to First Ave, where the bouncers made fun of us for not smiling in our passport ID photos.  “What, you don’t smile in Canada?”  Apparently at that time they were able to wear hats in their passport photos too.  Who knew?  We were able to get right to the merch table without issue and I bought my first Gaslight show poster (of which now there are too many for my walls to handle).  Someone took photos of us for unknown reasons, I think they said they were from the label but we didn’t press it.  Either way, those photos haven’t seen the light of the internet yet so I think we’re good.

Unfortunately at this point, I have lost the camera that held any show photos that I had taken, though I’m sure they weren’t that great to be honest.  We weren’t super close to the stage but we had a nice vantage point to the left side of the stage.

We weren’t familiar with the openers unfortunately, but they were great.  Chamberlain kicked things off, followed by Tim Barry, who was amazing.  Kyla and I were completely entranced by his set.  I picked up both of his available CDs that were at the merch table, as well as Chamberlain’s album that evening, and I still listen to them regularly.  I still maintain that Gaslight has the best openers;  I haven’t seen a band open for them that I haven’t totally fallen in love with (if I wasn’t familiar with them already).

Gaslight came on, and I remember being so thrilled in that moment, even though I hadn’t been a fan for a long time at that point, that show solidified me as a fan.  This show was in promotion of American Slang (which had been released about a month prior), and they were so full of energy that it was infectious.  One of the highlights of their set for me was definitely having Tim Barry come back to the stage to perform a cover of “The War” by Lucero- it was haunting and beautiful.  Tim has a way of making you believe in what he’s singing, and that moment is still one of my fondest show memories.

We met Benny after the show, as well as David Moore from Chamberlain (who was pretty impressed with the fact that we traveled from Canada for the show).  And I became a Gaslight fan for life that night.

The ride home was fairly quiet.  We were tired from our few days in the city and ready to get home.  I would be staying one night in Thunder Bay before heading home to the Sault for a few days after this journey, so I was anxious to sleep.  However, we livened back up upon discovering and creating Kyla’s bucket list during the ride home.  I’m pretty sure I almost drove us into a ditch because I was laughing so hard.

Photographic evidence of the bucket list.

Photographic evidence of the bucket list.

The Bucket list as follows, for those who are having trouble reading it:

1) Go to (crazy) black church

2) Helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon

3) Learn Politics

4) Learn Religion

5) Become an expert at anything

6) want to see a smooth coated otter in real life

7) write manifesto/memoirs

8) moose hunt with a sword

9) time travel (pretty sure I time traveled before…but not certain)

10) go to White Castle

We did manage to cross White Castle off the bucket list, but it was terribly disappointing.  I wasn’t eating meat at the time so I can’t speak to the burgers (which the girls didn’t find overly delicious) but I did have some type of onion petal thing that wasn’t very good, so I’ll call it a bust.

This is literally a road trip that I’ll never forget.  It was my first Gaslight show, the first time to Minneapolis, and the beginning of a long relationship with a band that is now my favourite.

What My Parents Gave Me

When I was thirteen years old, both of my parents gave me something. Something that was theirs. Well, not exactly theirs, but something that they had both decided was a part of who they each were, and was worth passing down to me. Music.

Now, I was never deprived before becoming a teenager. In fact, my father is a musician, both a performer and a teacher, and my childhood was filled with the hum of his acoustic, his frustration and dedication, his unswerving need to constantly be writing, recording, and performing music. My mother (and his muse, in the beginning of his career) was his biggest supporter. She attended every set he played, singing along to his songs. She stayed up late, drinking wine, dancing. She loved his music. It was something they could agree on.

I always assumed they listened to the same albums growing up; anything rock and roll, raspy and assertive, several performers and instruments on one stage. Think Rush (a band my American father loved). Think The Rolling Stones. I never imagined that my parents could have different taste in anything, music especially.

In each home we lived in, my father always had his own room. Tim’s Room. The room my siblings and I weren’t allowed to go in unless invited to. As a young and imaginative child, I used to think if I touched the doorknob my hand would ignite. I was never worried about being burned, I just knew if he saw me rolling around trying to put the fire out, he would know I went in there. In that room was his life; his music, the music he worshipped, his guitars, his equipment. I lived for the nights we stayed up past our bedtime in that room. My mom, my brother and sister, my father, and I, dancing and singing along to music. Demanding my parents to play songs we barely knew the lyrics, nevermind the titles of. I used to pretend my dad’s guitar stand was a microphone. “Give me one reason to stay here, and I’ll turn right..” and usually before I could finish, my brother would grab his play guitar and shout, “ALRIGHT, STOP! HAMMERTIME!” and then the melt down would begin. Witching hour was over. We were shooed off to bed.

I always felt so left out. I was sad I didn’t get to stay up late and watch my dad make magic happen on his precious ES-335. I could hear it some nights, but I was just outside somewhere. Sometimes my father sat back and listened to others. There was a man somewhere, lone with a harmonica or a guy screaming about something that made my cheeks burn. I remember a song that felt like a lullabye about measuring a summer’s day, but I had to close my eyes and try not to hear it.  I lost my ticket. I was underage. This elite club didn’t accept crybabies. But really, I was spoiled. I wasn’t appreciating the moments as they were happening. It really wouldn’t be until I had hit youth, that I would fully grasp how lucky I was (still am) to have parents who included me as much as they did.

My mom was different. She loved to sing along. I remember the soundtracks of our road trips to South Carolina, Florida, Ontario, before we moved here. There was Tracy, and Phil, and too much Cyndi. There was Bowie and Fleetwood Mac. Simon and Garfunkel. And we sang and sang, all of us, until the rows of cedar and highway cliffs made us car sick and we had nowhere to put our nausea but to sleep. We woke up at our destination, cheering and anxious to get everything unpacked. But I remember dreaming a song, something about a map of Canada. A northern star. Touching souls. Mama, let me just ask you…

But the question could wait. I had heard that song before. Many times. It was in my blood like..

When I was 13, my parents each gave me something. My mother handed me three records and a cassette. Joni Mitchell’s “Ladies of The Canyon”, Carole King’s, “Tapestry”, and Carly Simon’s, “No Secrets”. The tape was a Joni Mitchell mix, complete with that song I always loved, “A Case of You.”

That same week, in the mail, I received a package from my father. Every Bob Dylan album ever recorded. With a simple message, “If this isn’t what you’re looking for, we will keep looking.”

When I was 13 years old, both my parents gave me something. It was something that they had given me years before, but that I would not fully appreciate until I was old enough, or ready to. I think maybe that was the gift. Not these albums, but the desire to always hear more. To listen to music and have a memory, someone to share it with. And who better than those who were pioneers in my experience of it?

It’s been over a decade now since I started to truly appreciate all of the music I grew up with, but I’ve also started to weed through some it and make my own little collection to pass on.

I’m expecting another package in the mail. From my father. He messaged me and said, “Expect some blues. I really think you’ll love these tapes”.

Well, Dad, if I remember correctly, I sure will.





Breaking News: Singer Prince Dies at Age 57

According to multiple reports, Prince has passed away this morning at his Paisley Park estate in Minnesota.

News broke out that a flight he had been on was grounded for a medical emergency, and that he had been hospitalized for the flu last week on April 15th.

Known for massive hits like “Little Red Corvette”, “Kiss”, “Purple Rain and “When Doves Cry”, Prince was an incredible performer and musician, with a career that spanned decades.  He will certainly be missed by millions.

His death is another crushing blow to the music industry as well, following notable singers like David Bowie, Lemmy and Merle Haggerd.  As the news spread, celebrities took to their Twitter and Instagram accounts to mourn the loss of yet another music legend.


Fresh Music Video!

I’ve previously showcased the video for “I’ll Be The Moon” by Dierks Bentley and mentioned it was the first in a series of 4 inter-connected videos.

Dierks dropped the second video in the story late last week, for the song “What The Hell Did I Say”.  This video follows the female lead’s lover through a night out at the bar, where he continues to pound back the drinks and make poor decisions (as we often do in that situation).

Check it out below!  I know I can’t wait to see where the story goes from here…

More Cancellations Plague North Carolina

Joining the ranks of Bruce Springsteen and Ringo Starr, Pearl Jam and classic rock band Boston have just announced cancellations in the state of North Carolina due to the HB2 bill.

Pearl Jam issued a handwritten statement yesterday, which you can click to read below, denouncing the HB2 law as “a despicable piece of legislation that encourages discrimination against an entire group of American citizens.”  They have also committed to donating funds to local activist groups in North Carolina who are working to have the law repealed.

Statement from Pearl Jam regarding the recent show cancellation.

Statement from Pearl Jam regarding the recent show cancellation.


Elsewhere, the Community Transportation Association of America has cancelled their planned event that had been scheduled for June 2018.  Organizers had intended to bring at least 1000 attendees to the state, and were estimated to spend $1.7 million.  The event has now been moved to Baltimore, MD.  According to the Greater Raleigh Convention and Visitors Bureau, they have lost an estimated $3 million due to the cancellations associated with the HB2 bill.

Hopefully the vast economic losses will be enough for Governor Pat McCrory to take a serious look at the mess he’s made and try to do some damage control.  Try as he may to explain away his decisions for signing the bill into existence, the reality is he is unable to back up or provide supporting arguments for his reasoning.  The video below, in which Chuck Todd from Meet the Press speaks with Governor McCrory, shows McCrory skirting around the hard questions and, like a true politician talking in circles to avoid actually answering many of the questions.  Most specifically, note when Todd questions what McCrory’s stance is on someone who is biologically born male, but identifies and appears as a female, having to use the male restroom.  He simply can’t answer the question at hand.

Things only stand to get worse for North Carolina’s economy as more people boycott the state.  Money talks, and right now Governor McCrory should be doing all he can to come to more reasonable terms that stand to benefit ALL of the citizens of North Carolina.


Review: Bruce Springsteen- Palace of Auburn Hills 04/14/16

It’s not often that you get to witness a living legend in person.  Two nights ago, I had the opportunity to cross ‘Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band’ off of my concert bucket list, and it was an experience I will never forget.

Bruce arrived to the Palace of Auburn Hills stage to meet an extremely enthusiastic and noisy crowd, and launched immediately into “Meet Me in the City” which had everyone on their feet.  He then took it all the way back to 1980, when The River was first released, mentioning that it was an album reflective of growing up, starting a family, and realizing that time becomes more precious as you get older.  It’s clear that The River is still an album that he holds dear to his heart even now, nearly 4 decades after its release, and every song was performed with exceptional energy and care from the Boss and the E Street Band.  Songs like “The River” and “Point Blank” were haunting and performed with such quiet passion that people were nearly silent.  “Cadillac Ranch” had everyone back on their feet, even the people in my row who, excluding myself and a young couple a few seats ahead of me, sat for the majority of the 3 1/2 hour show.  “Hungry Heart” saw Bruce travel through the crowd, shaking hands with his fans and then eventually crowd surfing his way back to stage.

After playing The River in its entirety, Springsteen launched into some fan favourites which put the crowd in a frenzy.  However, prior to playing “Born In the USA”, he did take a brief moment to remind fans to donate to the Gleaners Community Food Bank, who were on site to accept donations.  He then took a moment of seriousness to discuss his recent show cancellation in North Carolina (due to the passing of the ‘bathroom bill’ which prevents trans people from using a bathroom that doesn’t match their biological gender).  He also mentioned that a similar bill could be on the table soon in Michigan, and stated “We hope the bill doesn’t pass, ’cause we love playing in Michigan.  So keep your heads up.”  The mention of North Carolina and the potential of a similar bill being passed in Michigan elicited loud booing from the crowd, who once again cheered as Bruce mentioned his love for the state.  The harsh reality is, should Michigan officials vote this bill into existence, the chances are good that Springsteen will boycott the state in protest.

For the final two songs, Bruce and the E Streeters were joined on stage by non other than Bob Seger, who was in attendance during the show.  He seemingly popped up out of nowhere; as my attention was on Bruce, who had hopped back into the crowd during “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out”, I suddenly looked up to see Seger on stage with a tambourine and sharing a mike with Steve Van Zandt.   He continued onstage during the final song, “Shout” and joined the band as they bid the crowd farewell.

And let’s just discuss “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out” for a moment.  While incredibly high energy, the song was accompanied with a video playing on the big screens over the stage, featuring late band members Danny Federici and Clarence Clemons (who passed away in 2008 and 2011 respectively).  It was a very touching moment and illicited tears from many of the concert-goers.  It’s clear that Bruce and the E Street Band share a bond that is unrivaled.

Looking back on the evening, it was an incredibly overwhelming experience.  My friends had gone to see him in Buffalo, NY last month and while I thought they had prepared me for his show, any expectations I had were blown away when Bruce walked onto the stage.  For anyone that will be seeing him during the next shows on his tour, I leave you with these suggestions:

  • Bring earplugs.  The show is LOUD.  The crowd will be LOUD.  I scoffed when Brianna told me to pack earplugs, but on her advice I did bring them (though I didn’t think I would want them).  Approximately 3 songs in, I could feel the buzzing in my left ear and figured I better put them to use.  It was probably the best decision I could have made.  I still have some slight residual deafness in that left ear, but considering how many shows I’ve seen and then lost my hearing for 3 days afterwards, it’s a big win.  Ear plugs will be an essential addition added to my bag when attending shows.
  • If you’ve purchased seated tickets, you will likely end up beside someone who sits through the entire show, and/or talks loudly during quieter moments (which you’ll hear even despite the ear plugs).  Ignore them.
  • If this is your first Bruce Springsteen show, you will probably cry.  Likely more than once.  It’s ok.  No one will notice.  You might not even notice until you’re wiping your face.
  • Get a tour shirt, even if the merch line is long.  You’ll want it.
  • Have the best time.  Being able to see Bruce Springsteen is an overwhelming, enchanting and wonderful experience that is unrivaled.  Live it, and love it.


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Weighing in on… those recent concert cancellations

This past Friday, Bruce Springsteen announced publicly that he would be cancelling his show that had been scheduled for Sunday, April 10th in Greensboro, NC.  This cancellation came not as a result of illness, or family emergency, or any of the common reasons;  Bruce instead chose to cancel this show as a show of protest against the recent passing of HB2- the Public Facilities Privacy and Security Act, more commonly known as the Bathroom Bill.

To give some background on the issue at hand, in February Charlotte, NC officials passed an ordinance to expand upon anti-discrimination laws.  Specifically, the ordinance prevents businesses from discriminating against customers who identify as gay, lesbian or transgender.  It also allowed for people who are transgender to use the public facilities that correspond to the gender they identify as.

Sounds pretty reasonable, right?  (and if it doesn’t, you should probably stop here).

On March 23rd, approximately once month after the ordinance in Charlotte was passed, North Carolina Gov. Pat McCrory signed House Bill 2, which effectively reverses the ordinance in its entirety.  In fact, as per the Charlotte Observer, it “limits how people pursue claims of discrimination because of race, religion, color, national origin, biological sex or handicap in state courts. The law also means a city or county cannot set a minimum wage standard for private employers.”  Still sound like a good plan?

Going back to the whole bathroom issue at hand, since this is the issue that has undoubtedly received the most attention.  Supporters seem to cling to the argument that allowing people to use the bathroom of the gender they identify with is going to allow predators to attack their women and children, since they believe that it gives free public bathroom access to everyone.  “Think of the innocent children!”, they say (mostly in online arguments, but I picture them dramatically clutching at their chests all the while), “I don’t want someone exposing themselves to my child!”  My question to them is, what exactly are you doing in the bathroom that this is of a significant concern to you??

I’m not going to lie, there were many a time in my hard-partying bar days when the line up for the ladies room was excessively long, and some gentleman would take pity on us and lead us into the men’s room to relieve ourselves.  The guys never seemed all that offended, there were stalls for us to use and we didn’t have to wait- and not once did anyone try to attack us, or did we see anything inappropriate.    Also, I hate to break the news to the HB2 supporters, but if a predator is really after your child, do you think he or she (because yes, there are female predators too, though men often are showcased in their fairy tale imaginings of who or what a predator is) is going to let the little plastic sign on the door that indicates ‘male’ or ‘female’ stop them?  I don’t.  Trans people want to use a bathroom that corresponds to their gender as much as anyone else.  The truth is, they are subject to much more abuse when in an improper facility than the ‘innocent children’ are perceived to be.

Bryan Adams (Reuters)

Bryan Adams (Reuters)

North Carolina is not the only state that has come under fire recently either.  Bryan Adams announced today that he would be cancelling a show in Biloxi, MS that had been scheduled for this Thursday, amidst the passing of a controversial ‘religious liberties’ law; a law which allows private businesses and religious organizations the ability discriminate against the LGBT community who are in violation of their ‘sincerely held religious beliefs and moral convictions’.

I guess what my next question would be, is how exactly they plan to determine who is sincere in their religious following and who is simply using it as an excuse to discriminate against something they don’t understand.  I would suppose it would be in the same way that they intend to identify transgender people before heaven forbid they use a bathroom that doesn’t adhere to their genitalia (assuming they haven’t undergone gender reassignment surgery).  The truth is, you can’t.

I feel terribly for the fans of both Bruce Springsteen and Bryan Adams who had purchased tickets to their respective shows.  I know if it were me, I’d certainly be disappointed.  However, I think their intentions are honourable and they are using their celebrity status to try to make a difference, whether controversial or not- and this is certainly a topic that has a very strong dividing line between opposition and supporter.  Only look at comments on each of their Twitter feeds, on articles on the internet and this is blatantly apparent.

In the end, this comes down to human rights, with a strong emphasis on human.  These superstars are able to use their wide-reaching public persona to advocate for those that can’t.  In the end, the best way to do that is to hit a state where it hurts, and that’s the economy.  By pulling out of these shows, both North Carolina and Mississippi stand to lose a lot of money.  Hopefully with this realization will come a resolution that will be more acceptable to all parties in North Carolina.

Note:  this is strictly my opinion, not the opinion of anyone else related to this blog.  I stand by it, but understand and realize that not all people will or do.  With that being said, if rude or abusive comments are made here, they will be deleted.




Lots to talk about today, folks, so let’s get to it.


After a short battle with pneumonia, the music world lost a man who has helped shape and influence many of today’s popular musicians.

Social media sites like Twitter and Instagram were flooded with condolences and heartfelt messages about the life and loss of Haggard, with singer-songwriters like Jason Isbell tweeting: “Merle Haggard was the best country songwriter there ever was.”  Truly, if he lived it, he wrote about it- drinking, crime, prison and loss are common themes in his lengthy repertoire.

So tonight, take a listen through songs like “Today I Started Loving You Again” and “I Think I’ll Just Stay Here and Drink”, and be sure raise a glass in salute of one of country music’s most legendary outlaws.

Photo credit: Danny Clinch

Photo credit: Danny Clinch


Technically, these dates were released yesterday but today fans were treated with an opportunity to get pre-sale tickets in advance.

Nice to see that a lot of smaller cities or cities that weren’t included on the last tour were able to be accommodated this time around.  I for one am greatly looking forward to the Detroit date and I know Ashleigh plans to check out the London show, so stay tuned for those show reviews!  Check out the listed dates below and be sure to check out Brian Fallon and the Crowes in a city near you!

May 13 Centennial Olympic Park Atlanta, GA Tickets RSVP
Jun 24 Higher Ground Ballroom Burlington, VT Tickets RSVP
Jun 25 Town Ballroom Buffalo, NY Tickets RSVP
Jun 26 Beachland Ballroom Cleveland, OH Tickets RSVP
Jun 28 St. Andrew’s Hall Detroit, MI Tickets RSVP
Jun 29 Bogart’s Cincinnati, OH Tickets RSVP
Jul 01 Summerfest Milwaukee, WI Tickets RSVP
Jul 02 Wooly’s Des Moines, IA Tickets RSVP
Jul 03 Slowdown Omaha, NE Tickets RSVP
Jul 04 Summit Music Hall Denver, CO Tickets RSVP
Jul 06 The Ready Room St Louis, MO Tickets RSVP
Jul 07 Deluxe at The Old National Centre Indianapolis, IN Tickets RSVP
Jul 08 London Music Hall London, Canada Tickets RSVP
Jul 09 Fairmount Theatre Montreal, Canada Tickets RSVP
Jul 10 Festival D’Ete De Quebec Quebec, Canada Tickets RSVP
Aug 25 Chiemsee Summer Festival Ubersee, Germany Tickets RSVP


Country singer Dierks Bentley releases a steamy new music video to accompany his song “I’ll Be The Moon”, featuring Maren Morris.  This is the first in a four part series of videos that he’ll be releasing in conjunction with his upcoming album, “Black”, and I can’t wait to see how the story plays out.  Check out the video below:


Finally, head on over to the AV Club website for an exclusive premiere of new music by Philadelphia rock band Hurry.  We’ve talked about them here before, but it bears repeating:  “Guided Meditation”, up for release on April 29th, is one that you won’t want to miss!

You can listen to “When I’m With You” at where you will also find information on how to go about pre-ordering “Guided Meditation”.

In the meantime, check out the recently released video for “Nothing to Say”, their first single from the album below:



Review:7 Hearts by Kitten Forever

Every now and then, I come across a record that instantly makes me feel I can do anything or not do anything I don’t want to do. And that’s a really cool feeling. Minneapolis punk trio Kitten Forever’s new record 7 Hearts currently has me dancing around my bedroom in barefeet screaming, “I don’t wanna and you can’t make me!” to no one other than anyone who just might get in my way today. Because I’m kind of always in this mood, and Kitten Forever’s lyrics and brawny combination of bass guitar and drums (yes, just those two instruments, folks) complete with grrrl style sassy, bratty, and unconventional sweet vocals make me feel like not only is that okay, but it’s actually really cool to just let people know, and in typical riot grrrl fashion, Liz, Laura and Corrie, do just that.

This is defintely a staple album for the upcoming warm months; a go-to for long drives and beach dates with your girlfriends. I love when I come across a band that reminds us grrrl power is still thriving in music, particularly pop and punk. This is Kitten Forever’s 3rd full length album. (Which has me excited because that means there’s two treasures I haven’t even heard yet!!!)

If you’re a fan of Bikini Kill, Sleater Kinney, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs, be sure to check out Kitten Forever.

To get to know the band better watch this video and follow them on Tumblr here


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