Here’s the successful recipe of any 200 capacity-or-fewer show I went to in my teens and early twenties:
What is it that makes a dream, a dream, and a nightmare, a nightmare? Is it anxiety that divides the two? A sense of helplessness? As an aficionada of those nighttime cinematic moments, I have some ideas and maybe some answers. Come along with me, fellow dreamer, as I buy a rocket launcher to kill a dragon, won’t you?
So, my computer broke this week, partly due to my own attempts to fix it, partly due to some seriously not-good Apple software. I pulled a few more* 14 hour days this week…
The universe holds a special place in its starry heart for comedians. And at the core of its deepest heart, you will find Jacques Tati.
This song, especially its great hook— “I can only give you everything.”— is kinda the official anthem of Bluebird Blvd. But this version of this great rock standard is new. The song itself…
The Husband: Look! I can do the sprinkler! (Starts groping head and neck to do a dance move he saw on TV.)
WHOA. How did I end up in 1986 all of a sudden? The Savages’ sound reminds me of that moment in the mid-1980s where musicians began to re-strip down that post-punk sound. Yum, right?…
Over a year ago, I mentioned a couple of times how much I identify with the character Max Fischer from the Wes Anderson film Rushmore. I was a lot like Max in my teens—…
Now, if you’re blue and you don’t know where to go to why don’t you go to where fashion sits— Putting on the Ritz. Doop-doop-doobedy-do! To see more…
I can’t think of a band more delicious to hear (and watch!), than the hard rock outfit AC/DC. No matter what era or which lineup or who the lead singer happens to be, AC/DC…
I broke Bluebird Blvd. again and nearly lost my mind. Does my hair look okay? Well, y’all, I broke Bluebird Blvd. for the 8th time in 7 days. I’ve never heard so…
Olly-olly-oxen free! The move is complete! Come on over to Bluebird Blvd.’s new home and take a look around, tell me what you think. I still have some things to tinker with— some fonts to…
HEY! We are moving to our new off-WP.com framework! I’ve decided to take the week off to make sure I get our home built nice and solid-like. Are you okay with that? Really? I may also take a nap. Is that okay?
First, there was rock ‘n’ roll. And then there was Lester Bangs, a one-man-fan-machine who taught rock ‘n’ roll to give a damn about itself. Consider what you’re about to read a love story between a man and his music.
When was the last time you had a chance to watch some really great Wayne Brady clips from the old “Whose Line Is It Anyway?” Would you like to watch some now? Happy Super-Secret Friday Night 5-Minute Dance Party!
Happy Friday, my lovely friends! I think it’s time we began our next big adventure together, don’t you?
Today would have been my grandmother’s 100th birthday. She told me long ago that she didn’t want a party. She died just under four months’ short of her centennial goal. That means today I must light a candle in honor of her life and my grief. This story is that lit candle. Stand with me.
The short version: I couldn’t sleep, so I made you a live-broadcast mix tape on Grooveshark. Then, I put together this embedded playlist of that broadcast for your listening pleasure.
Do you know what I love? Sincerity. Sincerity is the best form of flattery. And get ready y’all. There’s a lot of heart in this video. And a dog sled and a gigantic wooden boat and a…
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It’s hard to tell from this photo, but I am geeking out over…. Well, just read the darn thing already. Also, here’s the poetry reading I promised you!
Why are you looking at this frightening picture of me with henna in my hair? Oh, I have my reasons. Do you wanna hear ‘em?
Well, it’s Friday. And to get things going, please allow me to reference that immortal bard, his grand funkiness, the original hardest-working-man-in-show-business, Mr. James Brown in his own sweet words: GET on THE GOOD FOOT! YOW!
Well sir, when you’re in your first canyon, your eye can’t see but a bit of it. So you slowly wheel your head around. And then you start to understand what you are and what you ought to be, and what a canyon really is.


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