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…
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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…
Day 113 of 200: And Then I Wept Through a Sitcom
First of all, a woman on Supermarket Sweep just said she had a “six-month-year-old” and I wonder if it still haunts her lo these twenty-seven years. Second of all, I still feel like garbage and…
Day 108 of 200: On Listening to Sinead’s ‘Emperor’s New Clothes’
I was 16 the first time I passionately stated an opinion and after a grown man laughed at me and said, “Tell us what you really think.” It was Mr. Davids who laughed at me….
Day 100 of 200: We’re Half Way There
I spent the winter of 1986/1987 listening to Bon Jovi’s “Slippery When Wet” on a pink, off-brand Walkman. I actually bought the record, but I made a tape so I could listen on the go,…
Day 88 of 200: Pep Fest
During my sophomore year of high school the seniors were the class of 1988. We were the class of 1990. A lot of Fridays we would have pep fests in the school gym. They’d pull…
Day 84 of 200: Ode to Copper Blue
Today is Bob Mould’s birthday. I know this because my twitter feed is filled with Mould/Husker Dü/Sugar trivia. I’m not complaining because I love Bob Mould much like I do my Uncle Wayne. It’s a…