I can’t lie. I love a lot of bands, but there are only a handful I would call my favorite: The Blake Babies, Juliana Hatfield Three, Veruca Salt, Throwing Muses and of course, Letters to Cleo. Up until now, I never thought I would have the opportunity to see these bands live, much less interact with them (I have friends comment that I like a lot of female fronted bands… so? Maybe they are just better).
So, if you know me… this is not all that shocking. I love music. Always have. I used to be fairly mainstream. I had every Madonna record within seconds of their release – at least as soon as I could get out of school.
Growing up in Bridgewater, Virginia limited my musical landscape–at least that’s what I thought. Thank GOD for insomnia and “120 Minutes” on MTV. One night, when I could not sleep, I saw a girl spinning around while professing that “everybody loves me, everyone but you.” Color me hooked! I had a habit of videotaping MTV so I rewound the tape and found the name “Juliana Hatfield.” I wrote the name down (pre-internet), went to the mall record store, and the rest was history. Continue reading