Sexual Assault: Crowded Concerts Are No Excuse

{WARNING: The following contains material that may be triggering to survivors of sexual assault.}

Imagine standing amidst a packed dance floor, excited to see that band/musician/artist you have been waiting forever to see. You scoot your way through the crowd because close just isn’t close enough as your anticipation builds. The lights dim and suddenly the crowd rushes in pressing you up against everyone around you. No problem. You’re a veteran of the pit. It’s all part of the experience.

The artist(s) take the stage and the crowd moves and settles as the music begins. People are still pushing forward and you have no room to move. Suddenly you feel a hand on your hip. No big deal, the person behind you probably has less room than you and that’s the only way he can have his arm down. Continue reading “Sexual Assault: Crowded Concerts Are No Excuse”

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Concert Venues: Small Clubs vs. Arenas

The title of Music Slut comes with many responsibilities, and being a concert addict is one of them. Did I make up this list of responsibilities myself? Yes. Do I happily abide by them? Oh yes.

Luckily for me, Los Angeles has no shortage of concert venue options, from the historic Troubadour to the atmospheric outdoor Greek Theatre to the newly re-opened Forum. A true music slut must have a taste of them all. Continue reading “Concert Venues: Small Clubs vs. Arenas”

Musical Therapy: Kid Cudi is Not Alone in His Struggle with Mental Illness

Fans of Kid Cudi may already be aware of his announcement a couple days ago that he has checked himself into rehab for depression and suicidal urges, revealing that he has struggled with these feelings his entire life. Continue reading “Musical Therapy: Kid Cudi is Not Alone in His Struggle with Mental Illness”

How The Music Slut Got Her Name

Now I know your curiosity may have led you down this little rabbit hole thinking you were going to get some juicy, behind-the-scenes confessions of a band groupie… not exactly. Actually, not at at all.

How I received the ever so endearing nickname of Music Slut actually has absolutely nothing to do with sex. Sorry to disappoint you. You may now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Oh you’re still here? Sweet! Does this mean we’re friends now? Oh right, the story of how I got my nickname.

Music has always had a significant presence in my life. Between singing, dancing, and playing various instruments… oh sorry. This is not my autobiography.

Essentially, music is the love of my life. I decided around five years ago that I wanted to expand my musical tastes beyond my limited scope and explore multiple genres. This curiosity led me down my own rabbit hole to a Wonderland I never want to leave.

I wanted to listen to as many bands and artists as I could. I lived on Pandora for music discovery. It seemed as though every few days there was a new band with which I became enamored and I couldn’t stop talking about all these new loves. I was a girl constantly in the infatuation stage of a budding relationship, but with music.

I started carrying around a portable speaker in my purse at all times, finding any excuse to whip it out and talk about my latest paramour. (And yes, Paramore was one of those bands back in the day.)

It didn’t take long for my friends to notice this recurring trend. One day while I was indulging in one of my many ramblings of my newest discovery, my friend rolled her eyes and exclaimed, “Oh my god, another band, Meg?! You’re such a slut! You’re a music slut!”

Long story, short: the nickname stuck and has become my true form… although a bit awkward to explain to family members. Sorry Mom.

I will not be slut shamed, though. My music slutiness has led me down a magnificent road of music discovery that has given me more than your typical run-of-the-mill fan experience that include dark bar rooms, back alleys, basements and hidden studios. Feel free to follow along and join me in Wonderland.