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by Jason Earle
Foreigner, Boston, then Journey goes the playlist at Vittles in Seattle’s ultra-hip Belltown neighborhood. A bald man in his
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by Sarah Schumaker
Hardly do I feel as if I was born in the wrong era. There’s nostalgia, sure. But overall, I have a sense of grounded-ness
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by Sarah Schumaker
If the old adage, ‘Never judge a book by its cover‘, still holds any weight to you than you might not be as excited I
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by Mitch Foster
I’m driving to Daytona and taste the saltiness from the tears running down my face. I realized what “Grey
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by Randy Cook
To say that attending a Genitorturers concert will be a wild evening is an absolute understatement. I have been following this
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by Sarah Schumaker
“Are you in a band?” The man at the marble bar lifts head from his plate of sushi and meets my question with
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by Dainon Moody
There’s a certain quiet, commanding grace that’s established when you allow your music to do all the talking for you. Damien
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by Sarah Schumaker
‘I love you to the moon and back.’ A phrase heard all the time. A casual colloquialism we slip into sentiments to
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by Douglass Dresher
Scene and Herd by Doug “Igoto” Dresher WHO: Skinny Lister http://www.skinnylister.com/
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by Josh Jauz
It was the summer between 9th and 10th grade. I was 15-years-old and had borrowed a CD called Dogman by a band called
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by Jason Earle
In August, BJ Barham released what may have been 2016’s most powerful album. Rockingham is a heartbreakingly intimate record.
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by Jason Earle
Seeing the cover design of Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures is almost a sure bet at any show these days. Regardless of genre,
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by Dainon Moody
Somewhere in the midst of taking in a filled night that included Them Devils, Holy White Hounds and The Pretty Reckless, I was
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by Sarah Schumaker
I’ve always fancied myself Molly Ringwald ala Sixteen Candles; endlessly shafted and forever alone, but with like, really
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by Matthew Weller
A 15-year-old autistic boy in a blue sweater kneels next to the corpse of a dog. He’s having the first of many