There’s a weird kind of heartbreak that comes with living even a semi-public life. Not the obvious kind. Not the strangers on the internet who have opinions about you without ever meeting you. That part? You almost sign up for it. You learn to build some kind of callus. You expect it. I say this as someone who still constantly gets hurt by comments even from strangers but I am able to recover easier. But this time? This is different. This is someone who knew me....choosing to

Wheatus, Keep Flying, and Why We Keep Swabbing Once again I’m out on the road for a week of shows with the incredible humans in Wheatus and Keep Flying. And I have to admit, it feels really damn good to be around people who care about Punk Rock Saves Lives. From the moment I showed up I was welcomed with open arms and immediately hit with my favorite question: “What dogs do you have with you this time?” (obviously I have Lilly and Kit) That’s the kind of energy I like to star

In this installment I talk to Chris Cappaulli about the Michigan punk scene, inclusivity at gigs, writing fun songs about dark subjects, and the punk-rock-to-dad pipeline. Q: Tell us about the band! How did it start, what have you been up to? What’s the punk scene like in MI?   In 2023, Dr. Nick, Mitch, and I (Cappaulli) discussed starting a three-piece punk band.  At the time, Dr. Nick was our bassist and a singer, Mitch was our guitarist, and I was our drummer and the other

I want to start with the constant Tina fact. There’s a kind of sadness that isn’t situational. It’s not “had a bad day.” It’s not “just need more sleep.” It’s bone-deep. Soul-rooted. The kind that hums under everything. I live with that kind of sadness. Depression for me isn’t dramatic. It’s not loud. It’s not always visible in the photos where I’m holding a swab kit and smiling next to a stage banner. It’s quiet. It’s heavy. It’s crying in a van at 2am and then waking up hou