Sometimes I forget that performing music is for douches.
This week I attended an open mic night in Provo, UT – an area renowned for its booming musical culture. 915 more words
1) I hate every single song I put on my playlist (called Burn Baby Burn). Sure, sitting in the comfort of my room I thought “yeah, I would totally love to run to this song, yep, this is most definitely going to motivate me” and when your iPod is strapped to your arm in a case, there’s nothing you can do about it, but carry on pounding the treadmill in the most elephant like way, listening to quite possibly the worst music you could ever put together in a playlist. 364 more words
A week of Akhilanda, the goddess of Never Not Broken. In the playlists from classes, you might notice a number of interesting songs about brokeness, and riding and rolling on the crocodile of fear. 621 more words