Why You Shouldn’t Speak Bullsh*t All The Time Whenever You Want

I have this distinct memory. I’m twelve years old, seventh grade. The first whispers of summer. We’re in my aunt’s white SUV, and she’s blasting the air conditioning to combat the Los Angeles heat. She pulls over at a gas station. It’s 2005, and for the first time ever, we see a $3/gallon gas price. My aunt mumbles under her breath, “This is bullsh*t.” She thinks I don’t hear her, but I admire her cursing all the same. 2005 will eventually be known as the year emo music goes mainstream — Fall Out Boy, Paramore, and Panic all dropping seminal … Continue reading Why You Shouldn’t Speak Bullsh*t All The Time Whenever You Want

Thoughts on Being a Career Sell-Out, Part 4: An Obscenity

When I was 17, my parents cautioned me not to pursue a career in the arts — lots and lots of dire, strong warnings because I had been continually writing poetry and essays since the third grade (which is when I first learned what ‘poems’ and ‘essays’ were). I’d been recording original songs since I was 12, and my two best friends from high school had the unfortunate experience of witnessing teenage me exploring all manner of creative expression. Indulging these creative compulsions was fine, my parents thought — but just “do it in your free time,” you know. Dutifully … Continue reading Thoughts on Being a Career Sell-Out, Part 4: An Obscenity