My name is Jamie and inspiration flows into my heart from all around me. The world has been good to me and shown me the language that breaks all barriers, music. After all the good music has done for me, it's time I gave back to music. So, I write. I write because its the best way I know how. I write because I gotta get all these thoughts out of my head. I write because I want you to hear it. I write to say thank you to a song that spoke to me. Music journalism is the perfect combination of my driving forces in life. Creativity, emotion, joy, and love.
I will be returning to school to pursue a degree in Journalism with a minor in communications. When I'm not reviewing shows or picking the brains of Tucson's talented musicians I write about bloody, disgusting, and wonderful horror movies on my blog Girl on Gore. Be afraid, be very afraid! I spend the rest of my time selling people great produce at 17th St. Market and enjoying an optimistic, simple, beautiful, life. Though I grew up a choir girl, singing in the Tucson Girl's Chorus for 7 years, I listen to all varieties of music.
If you see me at one of our great shows in this town, come on over. Talk to me, dance with me. Lets have a good time. Lets live this life to the fullest and lets turn up the volume so our soundtrack fills the desert night.
The name Terry Trash is notorious in these parts. A fixture in Tucson’s music community for over 30 years, our punk rock hero obtained infamy when he was hit by a train, losing both his right arm and leg. He is lucky to be here but it is us, the music community, who are truly blessed with his influential and very much alive place in local music. Terry’s band, Texas Trash and the Trainwrecks have been getting people drunk and rowdy with their classic mix of punk and rockabilly for 12 years. The group’s staying power speaks for their unrelentless quest for fun and for their country spiked hypnosis over the fans. The Trainwrecks refuse to let a fast moving train and a recent revamp of their band tie them down to the tracks, like some damsel dreading the conductor’s next move.
When I met with Kevin Henderson, of The Swigs and Fish Karma, at his home, I was greeted with a hug, a cold beer, and a 1974 Creem magazine with Iggy Pop on its cover. The hug was a sheer expression of joy and mutual appreciation for the meeting of the minds about to take place. The cold beer was only appropriate for the beautiful Tucson afternoon around us and the Creem magazine that was for inspiration. It was not for me to emulate but rather to think on a time in music journalism, made up of passionate people, just having fun writing about the music that fueled their lives. Inspired, that sums up the feeling I experienced when I spoke with Kevin and now whenever I put on The Swigs, pivotal rock album, Johnson Family Values.