For as long as I can remember, depression has been a part of my life. I didn't think anything of it, this persistent weight on my shoulders and ache in my heart.
Whoever made the decision to strap wheels onto the feet of those most fervently averse to embarrassment is either an evil genius or an oblivious monster.
What could have been lurid and hokey - thanks to De Palma and King, respectively - ended up being an unlikely statement for feminism.
In the incubator that was my childhood, the types of music I was exposed to were fairly limited. Thanks to my local oldies station, KBSG, I was bathed in pop music from the '50s and '60s.
It's really hard to say no to live music. Living in Olympia, especially, we are fortunate to be in an area that is rich with artists and musicians.
One of the nice things about being even marginally aware of one's local music scene is the ability to watch as artists grow and evolve. This isn't something that we necessarily become privy to once a band has broken through that cultural membrane...