When I was a young girl of 12 or 13, I had myself an obsession. It was the mid-nineties, so popular culture dictated that I be into Leonardo DiCaprio or one of the Lawrence brothers, but I couldn’t be bothered. Instead, this era ushered in a weird musical zeitgeist that I had no real business indulging in [...]
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Author Archives: Jenn
Runaway
“Lost Pet” posters break my heart.
Even when they’re cats.
I’m serious! You may remember I lived with a cat for like three years, and her name was Corona, and we had a love-hate relationship. One time, when I was home alone, she saw a chipmunk scurry across the back porch and busted clear through the screen [...]
Okay, so…
Sometimes I forget that my music gets scrobbled to Last.fm.
Sometimes I karaoke. By myself. In my room. Into a hairbrush.
I am twenty-eight.
Ten Years Later…
I was a young, fresh-faced girl of eighteen on September 11th, 2001 — a freshman in my first couple weeks at Indiana University. That Tuesday morning, I woke up for class and flipped on the radio when the DJ announced that a plane had reportedly hit one of the World Trade Centers. I looked to [...]
Happy Birthday, Freddie.
About this time last year, a fixation on Queen hit me, kind of out of nowhere. Especially “A Night at the Opera.” My best friend had just moved away, I was in-between apartments, the weather was getting cooler, and I just felt out of sorts. I’m not really sure what was so grounding about Opera, [...]
It’s Hard to Blog from a Blackberry in a Hurricane.
That was the lesson I learned last week.
Soooo this happened:
But also awesome things!
(guess who had a wide angle lens for the weekend? holler.)
I’m sorting out pictures and highlights, but I will be sure to regale you with my NYC virgin voyage tales.
Amazing, amazing.
Day One
Today at the MoMA was kind of like six oft-forgotten credits of art history brought to life. Also, I spent a lot of time thinking about who was a New Yorker and who wasn’t while on the street today. I determined real new yorkers don’t believe in crosswalk signals. I like that. Sent [...]
A Helluva Town
So…I’m heading to New York for the first time tomorrow…
It’s sort of like this, isn’t it?
It’s probably like that.
I’ll be out of town from Thursday through Sunday, but it’s NABLOPOMO and I made a commitment, right? Does anyone still care that I’m doing that? No?
As such, I’ll be using Posterous to transmit meanderings/photos from my [...]
File Under: Never Getting Laid
“So you’re a grinder, huh?” My dental hygienist asked at my appointment this afternoon.
“Wait, what?”
“You’re clenching and sliding your jaw. You’re wearing down the tops of your teeth.”
“Shut up.” (This is something I can say to my dental team because a) I’ve been a client for years. b) I’ve spent THOUSANDS of dollars on my dental [...]
My Odd and Mostly Self-Absorbed Goodbye to Jerry Leiber
Jerry Leiber of the legendary songwriting team Leiber and Stoller died today of cardiopulmonary failure. He was 78.
While “Leiber and Stoller” might not be a top-of-mind songwriting pair, their influence over popular music as you know it is ridiculously immense. Think “Hound Dog” and “Jailhouse Rock.” Yeah, no big deal.
Here are some of my favorites [...]
Jenny Goes to “The Club.”
It probably won’t surprise you to know that I don’t frequent “The Clubs.” Now, don’t confuse this with me not dancing in public. Will I make a semi-annual trek to Broad Ripple to yell at my DJ friend to play “P.Y.T”? Yes. Will my friends and I slither around to “Beast of Burden” at the [...]
You’re Just Going to Have to Give Me This One…
I’m sitting in the kitchen of my childhood home with my parents. I’m laughing in this picture because at this exact moment my photographer father yelled, “YOU NEED SOFTER LIGHTING!” while my mother was simultaneously yelling at me for leaving the refrigerator door open.
That’s home.
“What are you writing about?” she asked me just now. “I’m [...]
Stranger in a Strange Land
or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Enjoy a Pop Concert
Here’s the thing I’ll say about mainstream pop shows: people get fired UP. That’s kind of nice.
These little indie rock shows I attend are amazing and intimate, but on some nights, the people who show up are…how do I say this…too cool for school, [...]
Jingle Jam: A Retrospective.
Many people don’t know this, but I’ve been actually been blogging since November 2002. This was pre-Facebook, so the only people who were linked to my “journal” (on a now-ancient platform called Blurty) were high school and college friends in my AIM buddy list. (Remember those? Those were A Thing.)
Seventy percent of my Blurty entries [...]