In a desire to help people who were struggling with quitting drinking, or coping with mental health issues, or just dealing with life’s curve balls, I started writing on a new blog called Yes, I’m Positive that shares positive inspiration without being cheesy. I see a lot of internet memes with the same quotes on the same stock photos, so I figured I could use my own stuff and maybe create something a little fresher.
I haven’t had a drop of alcohol in over five years after an illustrious side-hustle as a major party girl, so I hope something that changed my life could help someone in my old position. Little poems that haven’t fleshed out into full songs also pop up, and if you follow the Instagram profile @yesimpositive you get book recommendations as well.
After writing a band an apology for calling them a jam band in a recent article, (they said they didn’t care what I called them as long as people were listening phew!), I started to get annoyed that the term “jam band” had become such an offensive insult. I wrote an opinion piece for the Westword which quickly accumulated comments from jam band haters saying we stink, and because jam bands suck. There were also some fantastic, valid arguments, some prefer the song craftsmanship of singer/songwriters over extended jams, others don’t like the fusion of genres. But the majority had the knee jerk reaction I spoke of in the intro. Here’s a link to the Westword article, the comments are pretty funny: