That song is one of my favorites!
That song is one of my favorites!
Clay Feet haunts me. For the band, Limbo is my favorite album. And I think Learn to Sing Like a Star is my favorite solo album. I saw her walking around a little neighborhood market that my wife puts on in New Orleans a few years ago. My wife saw my reaction and said, “Is that her?” knowing that’s the only famous…
Kristen Hersh is a stone cold goddess.
I finally got to see Throwing Muses in NYC about 3 years ago. Kristen Hersh is my favorite songwriter and singer of all time. Damn, it’s good to meet a fellow traveler. I’m currently obsessed with Courtney Barnett.
* pours one out for NCSA Mosaic *
The 90s really do feel like it’s was just last week, especially with the clothes coming back into style. And the fact that I still order off of Delia’s.
That had to be the actual inspiration for that storyline right?!
Same here.
His name is Chase.
I DID. I SAW ERYKAH BADU AND LIZ PHAIR BEFORE SHE SUCKED (and bunch of other people). I also bought a beaded necklace. RIP 90s.
You and me both. Sigh.
When I hear “90s” I always think ten years ago. But then I remember my sister was born in the 90s and she’s constantly asking me what to order when she goes to bars and I get sad.
Haha oh no I’ve known this for a long time. I’m shocked so many kids apparently don’t know this.
THANK YOU INDIA THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
Phil is the only one who ever knew me at all.
I saw her in concert. I'm old.
Kristin Hersh is a goddess. :) I don’t get too outraged when kids don’t know about stuff that happened during my formative years, and I think this is mainly because my whole life I’ve encountered adults who know way less about the stuff THEY grew up with than I did, especially when it comes to music. The amount of…
People/things my early 20 year old former colleagues (plural) had never heard of: Michael Keaton; that A Beautiful Mind film (shrugging, “dunno, it probably came out before I was born, tbh”), The Flintstones in addition to many other classic cartoons - and ohmygod, where is my fainting couch: George Michael. And I…