Is there a limit to how many times a girly can hit delete? Will anyone really know that I re wrote this far too many times over the last week? Simply wanting to capture this perfectly because this deserves more than just a passive scribble . Twenty years have flown by since 2006 … so many life altering events have taken place personally and on a global scale. It’s not just a celebration of a Record for one band it’s the start of freedom. The Applicators , an all Female Punk

I missed last week’s blog and honestly there was not some big reason behind it other than I just did not have it in me. I am tired. Not “I need a nap” tired. I feel like I have not had a moment to catch up or have a true break in a long time. My mental health feels wildly strained which feels almost ironic with it being May and Mental Health Awareness Month. My heart has hurt more than I ever thought it would lately. It has been one of those stretches of time where everything

I think people romanticize the road a lot. The music. The backstage views. The cities. The idea of constantly being surrounded by concerts and bands you grew up loving. And don’t get me wrong, there really are beautiful moments hidden inside all of this chaos. There are nights where I stop and think, “holy shit, this is actually my life.” But there’s another side people don’t really see. Or maybe they just don’t want to. Because no matter how loudly I talk about the exhaustio

It took 1,728 miles over four days to get to Philadelphia for Sing Us Home Festival before this tour even officially started. The hours blur together somewhere between truck stop coffee, podcasts, panic spirals, and trying to remember if you actually answered that email or just thought about answering it. This is my apology for all the emails that get lost in the shuffle. But Sing Us Home reminded me why I keep doing this.That festival feels different. It genuinely feels like