As I opened the door to my car, he caught me off guard by saying “can I ask you a question?” Of course, I said.
“Can I kiss you?”
Read moreBe Happy, Be Happy
Technically, it's Monday, May 29th, 2017. Today is the final day of Progress Wrestling's Super Strong Style 16 tournament weekender. I fly back to America in 36 hours, and, to be honest, I really don't want to go.
Read moreWalking Distance
It was a feeling not unlike that scene in the 2010 film Inception when two characters are walking through the streets of Paris inside of a dream and the street folds itself in half, like the pages of a book closing, so that up becomes down and the top becomes the bottom.
Read moreDon't Pretend You Ever Forgot About Me
One of the things I loved about Where Are Your Boys Tonight is that I didn’t feel left out. For the most part, no one tried to demonize the fans. None of what happened could have ever occurred if it wasn’t for the people buying the CDs, calling the radio stations, and going to the shows. That was me. One of millions, but I was in there.
Read moreThough She Be But Little, She is Fierce
Lil’ Kim’s verse paints a vivid, tangible picture of a woman who doesn’t walk behind anyone else. She may be small in stature, but she is commanding and she’s not coming alone.
Read moreMusic Criticism, Revised
The thing about exploring music based on your feeling is that it exists in a series of singular, fleeting moments and is therefore ever-changing, unlike the art itself which is static.
Read moreThe Garden
If you’re a person dealing with grief, going to see The Wonder Years is either the best or worst idea you could have. The band is going to hold up a mirror to you, whether you want it or not, and it can be equal parts heartbreaking and cathartic.
Read moreWhere Do You Stand
I was in a room of humans roughly my age, from the same place as me, who are into the same music I am…and I don’t know a single one of them. How did that happen?
Read moreThe Song
I wish, dear reader, that I could paint you a detailed picture of the first time I heard any of Vinnie Caruana’s music. I can’t. I’m from Long Island, and when I was in my teens and early 20’s, Vinnie’s voice was just always there.
Read moreThe Question of Community
So, what’s a Lady J to do? How do you manifest a community out of thin air?
Read moreMothers and Daughters
It’s entirely possible I’m going to feel conflicted about professional wrestling for the rest of my life.
Read moreOn Making New Friends
After college, I lived in a place where many of my friends were not that far away, and yet I disliked that all of my nearest and dearest were no longer just across the quad or down the street.
Read moreJanuary 5th, 2018
Days earlier I’d stood in Anfield for the first time on a tour that was meant to be a gift for someone else but ended up being more of a gift to myself.
Read moreFuture Lover
The Boomers' Baby
Watching her talk about New York and music and sports and family all made me realize: I might be something like a Boomer who was born far too late.
Read moreOn Rage
It was deeply profound for me to experience someone discussing anger that manifests as rage in a way I could relate to directly, but that also offered things to consider that no one had ever said to me before.
Read moreWhat We Must See
I have been consumed by this thought since yesterday when someone used the phrase “why should I have to see that?”
Read moreThe Lilac Bush
I never really took notice of lilacs until I went to school in Western New York.
Read moreTransport For London
I had a flight scheduled to take me home from London for today.
Read moreThe Shortbread Recipe
Today, I woke up thinking about shortbread.
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