I owe so many words. I owe words to entire tours from last year that never went commemorated, to things that only happened weeks ago. But right now, I’m thinking about my weekend. A year ago—almost exactly—I started talking to Jesse Daniel Edwards about coming to my town. Time passed as it did. He toured […]
The concert was a true celebration of beautiful, live music. Showcased were the talents of respected Dallas musical icons: Rahim Quazi and Salim Nourallah with his new band, the Philistines. It was a night to remember for years to come. Sons of Hermann Hall proved once again to be the perfect venue for a night […]
This is serious Bucket List stuff. I have dreamed of introducing these two gentlemen for almost 6 years now: *Dallas, TX* – Fans of raw, authentic music are in for a treat as singer-songwriter Jimmy Newquist prepares to perform an intimate concert at Galactic HQ, a unique listening room with a limited capacity of just […]
Then God said, “Let there be light.” And there was light. God saw that the light was good. genesis 1: 3-4 In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move. Douglas Adams, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy “My precious sense […]
Join the author on a journey of self-discovery as she attends the Buttercup Pajama Party & Creative Retreat in Comfort, TX. Through thought-provoking conversations, creative sharing, and stuffed animal companions, she confronts her feelings of being an "also ran" in the creative world. With humor and honesty, she navigates the challenges of balancing practicality and artistic expression, ultimately finding…
“You never forget your first.” There’s a reason for that. We waste our best love on our first… a relationship doomed by its very definition to failure. Like the first time doing many things, we don’t know enough to be afraid. My philosophy regarding first love, or at least the first love that results in […]
I am absolutely delighted to bring you a taste of my introduction to JDE from last November at Salim’s listening room, Galactic Headquarters. In attendance that night was another person, Jon aka Orbit Carver, who also fell under Jesse’s musical spell… and much to my delight and luck, he was armed with a camera and […]
The thing about plans is: they necessitate optimism. You have to assume the world will keep turning for long enough to get to the plans in… The Future. Three months ago, I went, “We should see the Pool Kids”… in Ohio! Somehow it made sense to fly 1200 miles to see them on a Thursday […]
(personal narrative starts here… skip if you only want to hear about the album) Everyone should have a facilitator – someone in your corner to tell you the things you dream about – the crazy to the mundane- are not that far out of reach. I’ve had many facilitators. I’ve tried, in turn, to fill […]
It’s over. I’m home. Music from my YouTube channel rolls in the background while I try to get my thoughts in order. I’m buried in thoughts. Pictures. Videos. I want to think on every word. I want to tweak each picture to perfection before sending it out in to the world. But I’m racing the […]
It’s cool, dark, quiet. Finally. We’re at our final hotel. My husband is sleeping. I’m behind again. I knew I would be. I didn’t manage to capture most of what happened on the road 6 months ago. Here we are again. There is something to be said for living these moments though and not necessarily […]
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 last here it was January. It was not 95 degrees. I’m starting to sweat. I gravitate to available outdoor seating: a row of what appears to be old […]
A very long time ago, there was a Bonnaroo contest looking for a video enumerating what the Flaming lips mean… to you… or me… The prize was a trip to see the band at Bonnaroo was the prize. I did not win. I went to see them in July at Forecastle in Kentucky. And that’s […]
Sweet, aching sadness. Bitter, snarling anger. Gentle piano notes being smashed to a frantic crescendo. Screeching guitar. Whispering. Insidious. Jesse Daniel Edwards could curate the soundtrack to the chemically drenched sock hop I endeavor to conjure on my depression-mandated Ketamine trips. My first impression of him was Little Steven (I only know about Little Steven […]
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 hotel, comfy bed (fingers crossed), tiny writing desk/table/bureau for me to sit at and pour out my adventures from the night before. But there is a not insubstantial […]
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 between. I have the magical, if annoying ability to sleep the second I’m in a moving vehicle so the trip from Houston to Austin takes no time to me. […]
“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 things happened… but she lost her brother. I lost a dear friend, but she lost blood. That she qualifies my good time like this is one of […]
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate I don’t have what I would consider a fear of needles. I’m covered in tattoos. I am perfectly willing to sit serenely in one place and be stabbed hundreds of times in a row – it’s an asset. I deal with the repetitive psychological pain of doing my job every day the […]
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 least my blizzard did. I found myself watching one play out beyond the ticking wiper blades of our rental car as I sat dumbly in the passenger seat. When […]
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, I thought I had a unique perspective as no one else seemed to go to shows while busy being studious, but one response was an anonymous letter to the editor: […]
