It’s weird to think that I was born the same year MTV started, but today marks the network’s 30th birthday. So many of my earliest music memories were courtesy of the fledgling channel and I can still remember staying up late to pop a tape in the VCR so I could record Nirvana, Pearl Jam…
Cello print by Heather Webster at Etsy I’m dedicating this week’s music mix to a seriously fun show I saw last Friday. The Doug Fir in Portland hosted The Portland Cello Project’s “Extreme Cello Dance Party” (yep, you read that right), a celebration of old and new music arranged and played by cellists who were…
Print above by Sarah Marshall at Etsy There are few things I love more in songs than a good hand clap. I naturally want to tap my feet or clap my hands when listening to music, so I appreciate when musicians build that right into the song so I don’t feel like such a doofus…
Image above: Portland print by Nathan Trivette at Etsy Today, Amy and I are hopping on a plane to San Francisco to work on a special summer project with our DIY queen, Kate Pruitt. After we cram in a few days of fast-paced work, we’re heading to Portland to finish the project, visit some of our…
Print above by Blimpcat at Etsy The last few weeks of have been a blur of tagging, coding, and de-bugging. So much so that music was sadly the last thing on my mind. My head felt like the picture above, except that instead of words and lyrics all I could see was HTML and the…
This morning is a very special edition of the Monday music mix because . . . my parents are taking over. Okay, not entirely, but they’re outnumbering me two to one. Before dinner yesterday, I was thinking about this column and how we could pool the diverse Bonney family musical tastes into one post. Rather…
Photo by Elgarbo Art Growing up in a beach town left me with a lot of good and bad traits. I have an appreciation for the outdoors (good), a keen awareness of the difference between marsh and saltwater smells (in between?), an unabashed love of flip flops (bad in the winter) and I will forever…
Photograph of Wormsloe Plantation (on vintage tin tile) by Meryl Truett Last week’s trip to Birmingham, Alabama still has its claws in me. Whenever I touch down on southern soil it’s as if some stubborn weed wraps a tendril around me and it makes it harder and harder to leave each time. This trip was…
Print above by Tiny White Lights I’m really excited for the D*S redesign to be up and running (in May!) because the title I wanted to write for this post wouldn’t fit in the alloted space. And man, I hate shortening something important like National Record Store Day. Last week I was thinking about how…
Image above via Veer Saturday morning, I packed up the car and picked up Amy & Amy to drive from Brooklyn down to Pennsylvania to . . . celebrate Brooklyn. For some reason, the three of us never stopped laughing about how funny it was to leave Brooklyn to honor it in another state, but…
Despite spring’s best efforts, winter seemed to own Brooklyn this weekend. It dipped well below 30 most nights and staying inside to watch movies seemed like the only sensible thing to do. The choices on TV weren’t amazing, so AC and I ended up watching The Runaways and talking about our favorite songs from movies….
It’s been ages since I started a Monday feeling like I wanted to get back in bed for about a week. But last night two of my best friends and I rented a private room at a downtown karaoke spot and sang at the top of our lungs until we felt like we were going…
One of the things I find myself thinking about a lot lately is how people start their mornings. My last few mornings have been filled with upheaval: packing, cleaning embarrassing piles of (previously) hidden dust and dismantling everything I worked so hard to hang on our apartment walls (Maybe a little too hard. Most of…
