Bleach

Bleach

As I lie in bed last night reading my book I could smell bleach as if there was a bowl of it sitting next to me. I thought maybe it was coming from the bathroom where I had cleaned earlier in the night so I walked in to take a sniff, however, there was no bleach smell at all. Apparently I didn't clean that well if the smell had already dissipated. I went back to bed and picked up my book again only to find the bleach smell invade my nostrils once more. I quickly took a whiff of my hand and found that the smell was indeed emanating from me. This is typical. I probably got more bleach on myself than I did on the...

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I’m a Loser, Baby…

I’m a Loser, Baby…

I will never understand people. I would like to say it's them, but who am I kidding, it's me. I don't really play well with others. I'm pretty okay with this too because truth be told, I don't like people as a whole. I mean, I like some people, but mostly in small doses. I prefer to be alone with a book or in front of a computer tapping away at the keyboard. People have too many expectations of me. They expect me to make conversation and listen when they talk. They expect me to care about what they are saying, but they are just waiting for me to stop talking so they can get back to what is on their mind. They...

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Punk Rock Music Will Save Your Soul!

Punk Rock Music Will Save Your Soul!

I don't know how old I was when I fell in love with music, but I was young. I don't remember a time when there was not music in my house. As a child I heard a lot of the Beatles and Beach Boys, Elvis and Neil Diamond. I remember driving on winter days with my Dad, heater cranked up, windows down rocking out to Roy Orbison. In second grade my favorite aunt took me to see the first concert I chose to go to on my own - The Stray Cats. I was certain at the young age of seven that I would grow up to marry Brian Setzer. I blame him for my undeniable attraction to musicians. It is clearly his fault that I grew up to...

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The Dude Abides

The Dude Abides

Since I left my nine to five job in January I have become pretty carefree. So much in fact that my husband has been calling me "The Dude". I can't really blame him. I have taken up wearing a uniform of sorts which consists of pajama pants and a CBGB tank top with a sweater that looks like a homeless man was wearing for years before handing it over to me. When I leave the house I throw on a pair of workout pants to "dress it up a little". It usually stops people from trying to hand me dollar bills at the grocery store. I'm not going to lie though, on occasion I just throw on yesterday's pajama pants. Don't judge...

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Unity

Unity

My heart has been heavy for the last few days after seeing all of the violence in North Carolina. But today I awoke feeling a lot of hope. I have been watching people around me online and people in my community who have come together to spread love. This is what we do as human beings. This is what we are built to do, to rally together and comfort one another. We are compelled to see evil in our midst and to either run from it or stand up to it. Racism is nothing new to the human race. It comes about because of fear, because of feelings of inadequacy, because of hopelessness. Racists are not born with hate in...

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Video Killed the Radio Star

Video Killed the Radio Star

We started filming today. This has only been a few weeks in the making but it feels like the equipment has been sitting in the living room for years. I don't know if it's because this idea has been percolating in my head for awhile or if it's because my husband has been walking in and checking the lighting every ten minutes since it was set up. Who knew it took two cameras, two microphones and three lights to properly capture my essence. I would have had a few minions following me around with the proper lighting years ago if I had known this. The past month has been spent working on audio blogs and now we are...

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Sarcasm is my Second Language

Sarcasm is my Second Language

I don't know how my husband puts up with me, I really don't. I was having a conversation with my daughter this morning about how many bows in her hair were too many and I realized that nobody can really take me seriously since I speak fluently in sarcasm. When I say something looks great, I am usually being sarcastic. When I say someone is smart, I am usually being sarcastic. And when I say I totally agree that I am being a giant A-hole, I am most definitely being sarcastic. That is because I don't see my sarcasm as anything but really funny. Well, it's funny to me at least. There is a downside to being as...

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Get Uncle Ian his Walker

Get Uncle Ian his Walker

I was listening to the radio yesterday and the DJ referred to Fugazi as "Mom music"! Yes, you heard that right, my beloved Ian may be heard streaming from mini-vans across America soon, in the parking lots of Target and middle school parking lots during soccer practice. My hip aches at the thought of it. I guess I should have known this day was coming when I walked into Nordstrom a few weeks ago and found myself shaking my butt as Modest Mouse played in the kids shoe department. I just thought it was a good day to be standing in front of the tiny size Doc Martens as Isaac Brock sang about fender benders with...

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My Life and Music

My Life and Music

The chapters in my life are marked by what music I was listening to at the time. For instance, when I was a freshman at Michigan State University I listened to a lot of punk rock like Black Flag & Minor Threat. I used to have a crush on a DJ at the radio station so I called into his show a lot. Every time I called I asked him to play "I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend" by the Ramones. Subtle, I know. I would like to say my game got better as I got older, but it didn't. I was listening to the Smiths a lot when I started dating my husband. To stay mentally balanced I also listened to a lot of Hatebreed & Refused. When we...

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