This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
"Free At Dawn"
Limits of Desire, 2013
Was fortunate enough to realize - just in time - that last night’s $5 show at Ovvio Arte was Small Black Small Black, the Brooklyn band that released their dreamy debut New Chain in 2010. They have a new album on the way in May, and based on what I heard last night, it may end up being one of my favorites this year. Check them out live if they come to your neck of the woods - they’re great performers and even nicer guys.
These guys are from Nashville? Pretty into this. They’re playing with St. Lucia and Haerts at the High Watt on Monday, and I will definitely be in attendance.
Love love love Thea’s track this week.
“Dreams Are Gone”
Kloaks are frustratingly mysterious. This is the only song they’ve released that I’ve found (aside from a mix tape) and it’s already around two years old. Kloaks is two guys from New York and that’s about all I know. They’ve got a Facebook page they seldom update. Holding out for another song by them feels like waiting for a phone call from someone you like, but instead of waiting a few days, you wait six months. It doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.
“Dreams Are Gone” is eerie and gorgeous, straddling that odd line between being uplifting and saddening. It melds witch house, shoegaze, and dark wave into a song that feels sexy, yet sorrowful.
This track is still available as a free download on their Bandcamp page, and this and the mix tape are on their Soundcloud.
I’ve known this girl for six years and she still knocked my socks off with this one. Come see her album release show tomorrow night at Mercy Lounge.
The Stand-In, 2013
I happened to catch an episode of Bones earlier this week (a show I don’t really watch, but procedural dramas are pretty swell non-committal television, so if the TV’s on - that’s usually what I’m watching). Anyway, it seems that two of the characters are a thing now, and they shared this sweetly romantic little exchange about their relationship toward the beginning of the episode:Her: “You were expecting this, right?”
Him: “You can expect something, and still be knocked off your feet when it happens.”
Today, I realized that’s exactly how I feel about Caitlin Rose’s new album, The Stand-In.
I’ve known Caitlin since 2007, when she was a nineteen year old performing at Next Big Nashville under the name Save Macaulay. Equal parts bashful and mouthy behind a microphone, she had a big voice, a knack for disarming stage banter, and the kind of je ne sais quoi that always makes an appearance at the beginning of an hour-long TV biography show. I interviewed her for my blog back then, and she told me she broke her arm in a fouled up double-jump trampoline accident a couple weeks into guitar lessons in the second grade, then she “picked it back up my sophomore year of high school so I could write songs about boys or something.”
And for the past six years, I’ve been listening to those songs about boys or something. At smoky dive bars and dirty clubs, under strands of christmas lights in random Nashville backyards, on stage opening for acts that were wowed enough to invite her up to share a microphone during their own sets. Once or twice, I even got to sit in her bedroom and hear one of those songs the day it was written, because I already knew the story about the boy or something too.
But you don’t have to have known Caitlin for the past six years to have been expecting something as stellar as The Stand-In. Anyone who has heard her sing anything, anywhere knew she had this album in her - all she needed was a few years to let potential turn into perfection, and the right group of people to make the album of our dreams. I’m proud to say I know more than a few of those people, and I’m even prouder to say this exactly the kind of album that makes me happy to say that Nashville’s my home.
Someday, I’m going to be able to wow my kids by saying, “you know what? I used to get silly drunk with that girl. She even dressed up like Gwen Stefani and sang ‘Spiderwebs’ at my birthday party once.” And my kids will say “seriously mom? You knew Caitlin Rose? And who the hell is Gwen Stefani?”