Blah, blah, blah … love.
At least, that’s how I could start a column falling so close to Valentine’s Day. There’s nothing that gets a writer’s cliché gland pumping quite like the imminent arrival of a holiday and a blank screen that needs to be filled.
In defense of that approach, it’s not much of a stretch to link music to V-Day. After all, Barry White is as intrinsically tied to the holiday as champagne and chocolate, and nothing says “I love you” like a well-crafted mix tape (except a puppy wrapped in diamonds, perhaps).
Much as it pains my inner creative sloth, however, there is actual news to report this week, so a jaunt to Clichéland is unnecessary.
Plenty of people Tuesday will be fretting over where to get flowers at the last minute — for the record, graveyards are a bad idea — but local musicians should really be more concerned with meeting the application deadline for Chattanooga Presents’ McKay’s Road to Nightfall competition.