May Gray: Concatenation Pt. 5

Culture

Where I grew up, we always talked about “June Gloom.” It’s when the heat on land sucks in the fog from far out on the water, friends dissipate as obligations become null, and my general apathy about summer is at its strongest. But May? Never.  My mom would always quip around this time of year…

Pretty Sick @ The Teragram Ballroom [5/25/23]

Concert Reviews

Ripped fishnet tights, barely-there mini skirts, distressed t-shirts, the lowest of low-rise pants hanging loose from exposed hip bones. Grunge didn’t die in the ‘90s; it’s alive in “Pretty Sick” and I’ve never felt so simultaneously out of place yet at home.  It was 7:45pm; Thursday evening; and a line was already extending down Hartford…