independent thoughts on indie rock, alternative, and indie pop music
It’s Saturday of Pilgrimage Music Festival, and as we arrived to the festival grounds that morning, all I could think about was how hot it was for the end of September in Franklin, Tennessee. After this initial thought, like everyone attending the festival, I decided to embrace the discomfort and take in every moment. This... Continue Reading →
Legendary blues man Muddy Waters once said “the blues had a baby and named it rock n’ roll.” In fact, blues music embodies the roots of all American music; it is the quintessential vehicle for expressing visceral emotion, and touches on something deeply primal in every soul. When ZZ Ward was eight years old, her... Continue Reading →
Being Southern is a thing. A real, tangible, palpable thing that influences everything about who you are--the way you talk, the food you eat, the names you call your grandparents, everything. It also has a profound effect on the music to which you're drawn, and if you're a musician, on the music you create yourself.... Continue Reading →
