In her book Bird By Bird, Anne Lamott describes writing “presents” to loved ones. And although her recipients included a father dying of cancer and a terminally ill friend,...
Bryan Funck referred to Candice as “one of the hardest working punks in New Orleans.” Perry calls her “the regional branch manager of DIY punk.” And both my old man and...
When I first spotted Nashville punk rockers Diarrhea Planet on the Hangout Fest lineup last spring, all I could think was “I don’t care how good they are; that is a heinous...
Everyone celebrates Mardi Gras their own way, some by avoiding it altogether, but my Mardi Gras lives and flourishes in the streets—streets transformed into space for humans...
Despite a historical lack of organization and support from the city, as well as the usual hassle by law enforcement, the New Orleans skate scene has produced a steady crew of...
In the mid-90s when I first began obsessing over hardcore, it still held a strong, exotic mysticism that was only informed by the few shows I was lucky enough to stumble upon, the...
And I am a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And on the clock we have two minutes to speak. What a tragic circumstance. The lonely desperate crowd Burns up for “love.” Out of...
