Still get chills when Jens Lekman implores his lesbian buddy in Berlin—and all of us—not to let anything stand in our way.

tfw the record skips on the line “I’ve tried to do my best”

God bless and keep the stage divers

Always loved how angry John Fogerty sounded on this; now I’m smitten with how Margaret Glaspy has found its bereft heart

I was so impressed by Esther Rose’s guitarist Kunal Prakash last night. One of those guys who just never wastes a note, utter cool in every aspect of his presentation.

I think one of Esther Rose’s many talents is how she will lean into a worn-out word—“insecure” here—and find new meanings in it.

Turns out “insecure” means…human? In love?

I think I like her new record more than the previous but this is the song that got me hooked on Esther Rose (“Estah!” as one waggish fan yelled out tonite in Medford): a thrill to hear this Sunday crowd sing it back to her.

This is prolly my fave overall Amy Rigby song—incredibly economical and evocative writing, powerful vocals, she gets knocked down but she gets back up again: Rode Hard, Put Away Wet

Amazing new song from Amy Rigby on why you shouldn’t sing “Danny Boy” for her father upon his passing