In which I dissect the year in a painstaking, list-like fashion. The last few months may have sucked, but overall, this was a ROCKTACULAR year for the BSR.
In which our heroine manages to crawl across most of Calgary, checking out We Are the City, The Zolas, Beekeeper, Max Ulis, Willis Earl Beal, Baby Dee, Hot Snakes and the Sadies. Phew, I got tired just writing that. Here’s Sled Island, Day 2.
It’s not just the voice, or the moves, or the glasses and glove. It’s not just the portraits or the flyers or the book or the lyrics or the tape hiss. It’s Chicago’s Willis Earl Beal, a ton of photos, a video and my musings on what makes a man special.
