I’m a huge Miami Heat and NBA basketball fan, but I don’t have any interest in either college basketball or women’s basketball, let alone women’s college basketball.
So I was caught off guard earlier this week when SportsCenter did a segment on Notre Dame’s Skylar Diggins, the senior who just became the school’s all-time leading scorer after a monster semifinal game against Kansas.
It’s been six years since Josh Rouse released a proper solo album along the lines of his stellar mid-career trio, Under Cold Blue Stars, 1972 and Nashville.
He followed his muse (and his wife) to Spain after 2007’s Country Mouse, City House and released one half-Spanish album and a couple of sleepy EPs. And while those records had their moments, they just didn’t feel like the Josh Rouse I love.
A couple of years ago I finally succumbed to all of the great things I’d been reading about Miranda Lambert and bought a couple of her albums.
Regular readers of this blog know that I fell hard for her blend of sass and sensitivity, and songwriting chops I’d never associated with country music.
The other day I was very excited when my Facebook feed served up not just the usual mix of ads and self-help soliloquies but an announcement that immediately moved me to action.
Tift Merritt, the singer-songwriter beloved by me and a handful of NPR listeners who recognize her as a sublime cross between Joni Mitchell and Lucinda Williams, is coming to the Broward Center for the Performing Arts.
This might not be a popular decision around these parts, but I was intrigued enough by my three-week exploration of Arcade Fire’s The Suburbs that I’ve decided to continue the experiment.
Over the next three weeks I will dissect each song on Arcade Fire’s 2007 album Neon Bible, starting with the first single, ‘No Cars Go.’
