Happy October, friends! The heat is finally letting up and I’m slowly starting to feel my melty brain and body reshape into a solid state. There is nothing more gloriously...
I’m just going to state the fact that it takes a lot to stir my songwriter soul, lyrically speaking. I suppose you can take it up...
My friends and I are thinking about starting a survival club, working title: SPRIGS, which stands for Super Prepared Really Impressive Gals/Guys/Gays Surviving. As we watch...
I almost asked Liz from the Troub for a hall pass for this month’s column, but I think I can pull it off since all I’m...
Has anyone else been lookie-looing at the unofficial internet roast of Jojo Siwa? I shudder to think about the level of embarrassment I could ascend to...
Lately I’ve been wondering where songwriters even get off. Not like that—gross. I mean where do we get the balls to write the things we write...
I’ve never experienced a writer’s block quite like motherhood. Sure, I’ve written and released a few songs since River’s arrival, but the output is dismal in...
San Diego recently experienced quite a bit of uncharacteristic rain (not to mention some characteristic environmental racism), which was somewhat comforting (the rain, not the racism)...
I’ve never been much of a Valentine’s Day fan. Don’t get me wrong, I can get down with cards and candy and romantic dinners and sexy...
