“What’s the band you said you liked, ‘Trash’?”
“It’s Garbage.” (we both laugh)
“Garbage! Oh, that’s right. I knew it was something like that.”
Twas a super cute exchange between myself and my friend’s mom last summer just a couple of months before she passed away. I told her the story months earlier about the first concert I saw all by myself when I was a teen. She enjoyed the tale, so I figured it’s share-worthy here too. Read more
Are we still talking about Prince? Is that cool? May I? He was the first person I had all over my bedroom wall. I was 4. I convinced my dad to paint my room purple when I was 5. My mom saw him on the Purple Rain tour and I begged her to take me. She said I was too young. I held that grudge until I finally saw him 20 years later. I’ve never been so excited for a concert in my life. Read more
Michael C. Hall is a pretty talented dude. From the nervous, rigid and quite sensitive funeral director, David, on Six Feet Under, to the calculating, emotionally-detached and socially awkward lab geek by day, serial killer by night, Dexter Morgan, on Dexter, Hall’s range on the small screen and seamless ability to disappear into a completely different role is remarkable.
However, if you haven’t had the pleasure of seeing him in action on stage, you haven’t seen him in his true element. Read more