Music Stories: Features, Interviews, Guides
I've written about music a lot. Like, a lot. No, a big lot.
I'm in the process of uploading stories and links. Stay tuned; this could take a while.
Related: Find my concert reviews and other mouthy opinions here.
So here's a weird thing: I may have helped take down a radio station. I mean, I'm sure it wasn't just me. But Louie 103.7 FM wasn't doing itself any favors with the bro-rock. As shown below, I first reported that the station was showing some unusual activity:
When Louie 103.7 FM finally revealed itself, it was.. a disappointment. A Homer Simpson. The guy at the bar you protect your drink from. It was for people who say "Dude" a lot and have literal penis-measuring contests. And I wasn't a fan:
Turns out, not many people in St. Louis were fans of the station. Louis 103.7 FM went off the air in less than a year and a half. Womp, womp.
This sucker generated SO MUCH RESPONSE. I wish that the paper hadn't changed blog systems and wiped out the story comments, because they were choice. Everything from "But I NEED another station to play ACDC" to "Allison must be a man-hating, militant lesbian" (not a bad thing to be, TBH) was thrown out there by RFT commenters. Louie even kind of stalked me on Facebook and Twitter. It was pretty glorious.
Anyway, that was fun. Moving on!
In 2013 and 2014, I was the queen of LouFest. Ok, not officially the queen, but I wrote enough about the music festival to deserve some kind of royal title. Instead displaying partial clips, I'm just going to squish up headlines below to save space. Nearly all of these got a lot of play, and one of the LouFest founders told me that he particularly liked the "Overheard During the National" piece.
I kept a Tumblr called "Listz" for a while. It didn't achieve the stats that bloggers today enjoy, but it did ok considering it was just a lark. The tumbleweed also helped me land a "STL's Sexiest Cybergeek" honor. What a résumé builder.
I dropped Tumblr after I started getting paid for independent writing, though, because there simply wasn't enough time in the day or enough neurons in my brain. Sometimes I think about picking it up again.