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Rethinking my posts from yesterday: I suppose even if music journalists looking for a weird semi-recluse hadn’t found me, the Felice Brothers’ fan club would have, owing to that year or so I spent tagging along on their tour and hanging out with David Tubbs almost every other night. So I probably owe them — the F.Bros and their fans — for all of this too.

For the record, I miss Tubbs sometimes. Maybe not as part of the band, but in general. We still keep in touch, except we’re both kind of hermits — and I often *do* pass messages along to him, which he always appreciates, so bring ‘em on if you’ve got ‘em.





If you are an adult on the receiving end of sexual attention from a minor, the only appropriate response is a firm, non-negotiable “no.” Not an “I would, but the darn law…” not, “maybe when you’re eighteen,” a “no.” It is your job as…

Just posting this here because I love it so.

My, Gift Horse, what long teeth you have

Meanwhile, I am not famous for blogging about a band like, say, Purity Ring. But it would be cool. There are many reasons why. For one thing, I saw so many of their shows in the early days that Megan James wore my perfume once and I nearly sold her a pair of my boots. 

I’m working on it.

Time is a flat circle or something.

About four years ago, when I was nearing the end of my Drunken Fuck-Up period, something similar happened. My then-bossfriend was a big Bondy fan, and as she was just getting her blog up and running, we generated content by writing about the times we’d seen his shows. Between the two of us, I think we averaged about one post a week — more if you count boss-lady’s weekly Livejournal picspamming. 

This was right after When The Devil’s Loose, before Believers, and in between tours, so we sort of single- (quadruple-?) handedly provided a lot of free publicity for the guy. There was a period of time wherein that dude from Buddyhead and I were the two people writing most about Bondy on the internet, which was a dubious honor. All I gotta say is, it was really fucking weird and uncomfortable to Google the guy, which I had to do for blog research, and have my own name come up.

Around then, Boss Lady had shifted to writing mostly about Dan Auerbach, who hadn’t won a Grammy award yet. Dan’s uncle took notice, Dan himself apparently started reading the blog, and comfortable or not — suddenly Boss Lady was on the map. 

I’m not sure which of these factors ultimately led to people noticing me, but they did, and some of them got in touch asking if I could pass a message along to Bondy or help them set up an interview or whatnot. Somewhere along the way I had realized he was a real trick to contact, and all these requests (from real music bloggers, nonetheless!) really drove it home.

In my first real work of self-promotion and public relations, I was like “no, I can’t be your ‘In’ with this weird indie rock star, but I do have a fairly entertaining Twitter feed … ?” Thus was born my internet fame, such that it is.

So I indirectly owe Bondy, I guess, and can only hope he would be proud of what he accidentally wrought. I thanked him electronically once, but it’s impossible to know whether or not he reads his email, and I haven’t seen him in person for approximately three years either. Which means, who knows, and also I still couldn’t be anybody’s In even if I wanted to. But you’re still welcome to read my social media feeds. I try to keep it entertaining for you all.

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My favorite installment. I lost the plot a little and my editor liked it.


The story is about a struggling actress who keeps being taken advantage of. No pay. 




Actress to star in web series. I have been doing web videos for four years, and this will be my BEST EVER opportunity for an actress to gain experience and get exposure…

Every casting call ever. Except many are worse.