Lately, I’ve been working on excavating my scream. I have a long history of letting anger decompose into anxiety—a natural byproduct of growing up around...

Last month, I finally saw Bonnie Raitt live. On a cool summer evening, I made the lengthy drive over to the Bethel Woods Center for...

Musically, the end of a romance usually lives in melancholy tempos and minor keys. Breaking up, so they say, is hard to do. No matter...

Growing up, the anodyne American rock of the Eagles regularly soundtracked my weekends. Not by choice. Like many children up until a certain age, I...

I’ve reached the age when bands I adored in my budding youth have started celebrating the kinds of protracted milestones that glaringly underscore how much...

Fall is such a poetic reminder of life’s precious truth—namely, that it will end—so it felt like a spark of cosmic timing that Bon Iver‘s...

The year’s end always brings a flurry of lists rounding up and ranking 2024’s musical output. Amid the countless breakdowns—of songs and albums and artists—I...

Katy Kirby opened for Waxahatchee during stretches of her triumphant 2022 Saint Cloud tour—the album that soundtracked my early pandemic lockdown (and likely yours). I...

Earlier this fall, I walked away from my dream. After successfully relocating to Toronto not two years earlier, I moved back to the States. See,...

My hopeless romantic streak started young—we’re talking second grade—so by the time I turned 12, I was well-versed in the high drama of longing. I’d...