Standing in front of the Lonesome Rose honky tonk in San Antonio, I am keenly reminded of what it was *not* when I last stood here. When...
A very long time ago, there was a Bonnaroo contest looking for a video enumerating what the Flaming lips mean… to you… or...
Sweet, aching sadness. Bitter, snarling anger. Gentle piano notes being smashed to a frantic crescendo. Screeching...
January 15, 2023 I’m in my San Antonio hotel room, awaiting Show Four. I can see how a person might get used to this. New city, new...
2.5 hrs? I thought “down here” south from home, Abilene, all cities were right next to each other and required no time or effort to get...
“Have a good time!” You deserve it. I deserve it…? I had a series of misfortunes last year from month 1 to month 12. A bunch of bad...
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate I don’t have what I would consider a fear of needles. I’m covered in tattoos. I am perfectly willing...
by Liz Berry A frosty tale from the Nourallah-Miller Feb 2020 Northeast Mini Tour The thing about a blizzard is it sneaks up on you. At...
By Liz Berry Bear with me. I haven’t written a music review since covering a Midnight Oil show for my college paper in 2001. Personally,...
By Liz Berry “Words are all used up, they are hard to say, they have all been wasted… … on the shampoo commercials and the ads and...
