It feels like you're playing to an audience of robots.

I'm singer and songwriter and it stuns me how many times I stand onstage and look out at a sea of phones. It's a fairly recent thing. I've been doing this for 15 years and it's only in the last 5 that I have had the experience of playing to an audience of smartphones instead of faces. It's disheartening, and I can't…

I just realized that I typed PND across the whole post. I am an American living in Australia and they call it post-natal depression here, so I guess I have internalized the language. I never call it that though out loud though. Always say post-partum. Huh. Anyhow, like I said before, good luck and don't worry too…

Just wanted to say congrats on your pregnancy. I am bipolar and had a son three years ago. I get pretty rough PMDD, and I also got PND, after a sharp hypomanic spike. It sounds like you are prepared and know what to expect. The awesome news is that you could totally dodge the PND and surprise yourself. But should it…

I just made this same argument on another thread. At first glance, it seems like a fine idea to allow a waiver option, but it would be a dreadful safety practices precedence to set. I shudder to think what the mining industry or the chem manufacturing industry would do with such a gift. We have made so many steps…

I recommended your earlier post about a waiver option, but the more I think about it, the more far-fetched it seems. Yes, ideally we would trust a group of whip-smart women to make their own choices about their health, but it would set an awful safety practices precedent for companies (I can imagine what mining…

Mine too. I got a little giddy chill just looking at the pic.

My aunt talks this way. She generally behaves as if she's living in a black and white movie. My favorite aunt, of course.

That was about right for me when I was in college. Now I am old and married and wash my sheets every two weeks (I love the feel of fresh sheets). One of my most embarrassing memories is of a friend's mother staying over at my place (she looked horrified when she stepped in the door - and you know, I lived in utter…

You just summed up my feelings on the matter perfectly. I was just delivering a drunken rant on how there would BE NO PIXIES today. Black Francis. Kim Deal. Yeah, not on. Or they would be like me - small money deal, small label, tied to touring for barely enough $ to keep making records.

Thanks. Sounds like a regional term that blew up. Interesting.

It really bothers me that a lot of the bands that I grew up loving wouldn't even get deals today. Too old, too ugly, not enough universal appeal. Whatever. There is so little faith in the listening public, and then the rationale from the labels is that they're giving people what they want. It just feels like a race to…

This is why the music I make gets stuck with crazy tags like "indie-folk-americana." There is no room in pop anymore for sounds that used to fit happily "on the dial." I miss the breadth that used to be present in the pop/rock category.

I graduated HS in the 90s and did most of my dabbling in the 90s, but I had never heard the term Molly till recently. Was it maybe a regional thing? I was in the Midwest (poor me).

Wouldn't that be great? Bring back the sultry glances from Bogart/Bacall films, or the madcap double entendres of Howard Hawkes' movies. Sigh. Subtlety. It's so sexy, and so out of fashion.

I had that same odd experience. A co-worker. She was so insistent that I just smiled and conceded that anything's possible. It made her happy.

Thank you for that. I was sort of despairing over my lack of dinner inspiration lately and now I am ALL FIRED UP to make this stuff.

I don't think we're all that far apart actually. I think I was 18 when he died. I just came to the party at a young age. I was the same with my regard for him. He was an interesting actor. You always felt like there was more under the surface. Not just pain, either. Anger, restlessness, frustration. He reminds me of…

I had the same Martha Plimpton issues. Even though I know now that she is beyond awesome and wonderful, and after all, she is in Goonies. I just find it really bizarre that seeing pictures of River Phoenix can still make me feel all stupid and giddy (and then sad). I think he may be the most beautiful creature I ever…

God, that boy. I have never gotten over him. Still get preteen butterflies every time I see a photo. Sigh. Poor kid.