I knew exactly what he was going to say when I told him I needed space. That’s what happens when you spend years together, exploring the deep, dark places no one else sees. We could do this every weekend for eternity, the familiar routine: Watching Netflix, eating at the same breakfast spot and complaining about the loud blond hostess, walking in the wildlife sanctuary where we never seem to see enough wildlife, eating dinner at the same three restaurants, almost always using a coupon. I love routines. But not this one. Every morning the same texts, every day the same jokes, the same little deaths in different positions. We were forged in the valley but it feels like that’s the only place we can exist. He is different now, and so am I, but together we feel like something from the past. Recycled. He says I fill a void that nothing else can, so why do I feel empty?
Yes, assigning love a specific day is a bizarre and insidious corporate tactic, but just know that you can take The Man’s attempt to oppress you/force you to buy chocolate and use it to your advantage.
Valentine’s Day. Some call it a holiday. Others call it a nightmare. it’s that time of year when we are technically required to show our love, or wallow in the fact that we’re unlovable losers. I’m generally not a fan of holidays, because I feel like they’re thinly-veiled reasons to spend money, not genuine celebrations of a legitimate event. Valentine’s Day is no different: Should there really be a day assigned to something as all-encompassing as love? I vote no.
On the other hand, I guess there’s nothing wrong with setting aside one day above all others to celebrate your significant other and let them know how much you care for them. So in the spirit of resigning yourself to something you can’t change, here’s a brief survival guide to getting through Valentine’s Day unscathed, whether you’re single or hitched:
What do you get when you combine mediocre vocals, good looks, a solid songwriting team and the power of social media? One Direction, four hit albums and a massive world tour that stopped at Gillette Stadium Saturday night…continue reading at the Boston Herald.
It was a double-dose of Americana and alcohol at Gillette Stadium last night, as country superstars Kenny Chesney and Jason Aldean lit up the venue on the first of a sold-out, two-night stand on their co-headlining tour.
The weather was perfect, the moon was full and there were songs about tractors, trucks, forever and booze. Fans came draped in American flag apparel, sporting cowboy hats and cowboy boots and pretending to be Southern for a day. What more could you ask for at an end-of-summer party? Continue reading at the Boston Herald.
Goodbye country, hello synth-pop.
Friday night — the first of a two-night, sold-out stint at Gillette Stadium that had 60,000 teens and tweens approaching hysteria — Taylor Swift shed any and all remnants of her country past in favor of the ’80s-inspired aesthetic off her multiplatinum smash album “1989”…continue reading at the Boston Herald.
Stevie Wonder performed his seminal 1976 album “Songs in the Key of Life” at the sold-out TD Garden Tuesday night, and in the process delivered a music clinic, art therapy session and dance party rolled into one.
The 64-year-old music legend multitasked with the energy of someone half his age – he sang, riffed with his backup singers, played keyboard, piano and harmonica and sermonized about topics ranging from love to racism to magic. When his instrumental work drew a standing ovation, he joked, “You guys only stood up ‘cause you know I can see you more clearly.”…continue reading at The Sun Chronicle.
I’ve been listening to a lot of Amy Winehouse lately. It’s pretty much all I’ve been doing. That and watching her videos, interviews and documentaries. I should have realized how brilliant she was a long time ago, but I didn’t. And now that I have, it’s like I’ve become obsessed.
A guy I briefly dated in 2007 burned me a copy of “Back to Black” and told me I should check it out. He said something about it being “different” or “retro.” But because he was kind of lame, and because people would regularly send me terrible music they claimed was incredible, I was skeptical. I dismissed his words, ignored the Amy Winehouse buzz and didn’t bother to play her album a single time. I mostly knew her as the girl who sang that kind of cool song “Rehab,” the one with the beehive who looked increasingly emaciated and troubled. I glanced at her from a distance but never really looked. Read More
It’s after midnight and my boyfriend and I are having a fight, and it reminds me of a fight I had with an ex-boyfriend. It’s a fight that makes me feel bad about myself, and for some reason I picture the soccer fields in Wilmington, my hometown. This is where I spent afternoons and weekends during so much of my childhood.
The memories are hazy and disjointed. I think about stamina, and how much I had back then, how I could run up and down the field for the entire game and never get tired. And then my body changed, everything changed really, and suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. Read More
I already wrote a review of the Drake vs. Lil Wayne tour, which stopped at the Xfinity Center in Mansfield Monday night, but here are a few thoughts and observations from the concert that didn’t make that review:
Best concert ever? When I searched the #DrakevsLilWayne hashtag on Twitter I saw an alarming number of people say this was the best concert they had ever been to. And my response to those people is: You need to attend more concerts. Yes, this was a good show, and Lil Wayne in particular brought his A-game. But the best concert ever? Please. Both artists have staged better concerts individually. Drake’s Club Paradise tour in 2012, for example, far outdid anything he offered up on Monday night. And I understand that the two rappers together pack an extra punch and fans were excited to witness the dynamic duo in action, but with cheesy video game graphics, a show full of stops and starts and Drake’s drowsy new material, this was far from the Kanye West pinnacle of live performance….continue reading at Rap Rehab.