Mind Games

Ellen always tells me, "You don't need to be Sigmund Freud to interpret your dreams," and she's right. The unfinished school paper, the forgotten class, the phone that will not work … these are all classic dreams for someone who's personality looks like this:...

You Gotta Move

It's Day 5 of Gray and Gloomy here in the 'Lou, and the wind is picking up and the rain is falling and the temperature is falling, so my thoughts turn internal. Not that that should be news to anyone. I am inwardly focused to a fault, and yet curiously concerned with...

Thought I'd Something More to Say

For Christmas 1981 or '82, my sister gave me Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. That New Year's Day it snowed, and snowed and snowed and snowed, and I remember sitting on the beanbag in her bedroom, listening. It was easy to imagine–as the heartbeat fade-in...

Keep On Rockin' in the Joe Town

In the late 1970s, my hometown of St. Joseph, Missouri, was a hotbed of pop music criticism. The reason was two young reporters at the St. Joseph News-Press and Gazette, Conrad Bibens and Terry Jordan. For a couple of years, I faithfully clipped their album and...

All Aboard? The M-Train!

If Courtney Barnett had to lose "Best New Artist" to someone at this year's Grammys, I'm glad it was to Meghan Trainor. Trainor–whose second album, Thank You, drops today–brought a blast of non-preachy positive body image lyrics to the world with her first...

The National Blues Museum: How 'Lou Can You Get?

The National Blues Museum, which opened to the public April 2, rightfully places St. Louis among other American music capitals like New Orleans, Memphis, Nashville, and Chicago. If Route 66 is the Mother Road, the blues is St. Louis's Mother Lode. The museum is in the...