We were on our way to Mankato to see Jason Isbell. Wolfdogg, Heather, Jaycie, and I were not really speeding down 169, but making our way. There was a lot of road construction. As we…
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SotW: Breathe (2am)
Last week I read 90s Bitch: Media, Culture, and the Failed Promise of Gender Equality by Allison Yarrow. I kind of loved it and hated it in equal measure. I’ve been thinking about it every…
SotW: I Think We’re Alone Now
I can never remember if it was this song my mom ruined or Phil Collins’ cover of “Groovy Kind of Love.” She ruined the song by knowing all the lyrics even though it was a…
I Will Commence Carving ‘Dear Chicago’ Out of My Heart
We all do it. Talking in whispers because to say it out loud might make it true. It’s kind of like a #MeToo version of a celebrity death pool. Who would really surprise you if…
SotW: Rumbleseat
I’ve said before that when I feel especially troubled instead of praying, I sing The Beatles’ “Let it Be.” Usually, I sing it to the Gastby Lights. I am a religion of one with really…
Day 193 of 200: Chesapeake Bay (SotW)
Somehow I still feel the need to apologize to everyone about the Bright Eyes phase I went through back in aught-three. A cursory search of the I Will Dare archives show many posts that filch…
Day 186 of 200: Oracle of the Maritimes (SotW)
I’ve been known to say that Neko Case is to my 40s what Lucinda Williams was to my 30s what Liz Phair was to my 20s what Suzanne Vega was to my teens. And by…
Day 176 of 200: Blue (SotW)
I have been singing along to The Jayhawks’ “Blue” for going on 24 years now. I don’t know who introduced them to me, they just seem to have been always around. It is only this…
Day 171 of 200: Introducing a New
Since the 200 Project is going swimmingly, I’m starting a new project to keep the momentum going through 2019. This new project is Song of the Week and will feature whatever song I can’t seem…
Day 168 of 200: How We Learned in the Time Before Google
Total gas station used to be on the corner of First Avenue and Atwood in Shakopee. The house my parents’ rented was right across the street. I worked the 3-11 shift most nights in 1996…