Hi. My name is Madi.

This is my little contribution to music…no, no, no: this is my contribution to the world: this is a small window (or large, depending, I guess, on how you choose to look at it…) into the bands, shows, and adventures, one girl (aka me, Madi), has, will, and lives to encounter, for, I hope, forever, and ever, and well, ever. This is what I want to be remembered for. This insatiable thirst to write, I hope will lead me on the greatest road to self-discovery: mixing in, appropriately one paramount element, and by this, the fact that I, along with a large majority of the human population, like music, a lot. I, honestly, like it all. I, even, like my routine doses of Portuguese rap, Oh MY GOSH country music, and I even dabble in polka. I think the fact that someone out there likes whatever, the sound/band/genre in question may be, makes it worthy of everyone’s respect, at the least. My mind is open: my tastes are expansive.

I do, however, have a particular special kind of nostalgic, LOVE for the heroes and heroines of punk, rockabilly, ska, and their various offspring, in the whole genre gene pool, within the music industry. Aside from those fine sects of the industry, I was recently told, and am consequently proud to admit that I’m a sucker for “dad rock”. Yes, “Dad rock”, is I guess, a thing, and it made me laugh, and I’m kind of giggling at the term, and my association to it, as I write this. It’s the truth though. It was the beginning to the end for me. The Stones, The Doors, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Dylan, Janis Joplin (I could go on forever), were the sounds that hooked me. I stand by them, proudly now, infinitely. Deborah Harry will always be one of the timeless figures, within the industry, along with Marianne Faithful, that I’ll always, aspire, somewhat, to live life, freely, but gracefully, amidst the bad, even, just like they did. So, yes, be it punk rock, dad rock, garage rock, and/or surf rock…etc, I like it all, old, and of course new.

From my California roots, to my current, Boston dwellings, you, I hope, whoever you are out there reading this, if anyone at all, will find local, and not-so local, old, and not-so old group’s and the first-hand accounts via yours truly of the experiences that come with these groups, here, on this page. So, I invite you; yes you, to join me on my adventures, with but one stipulation, which is, of course, the growth of a mustache (and/or facial hair of any kind), or the development…of a similar, kind of love for the mentioned, to my own. For, there are two things I will always love, and these two things will always make this life worth living, personally: le mustache, and le music. Welcome to The Musicstache, and in the words of the late and great Stevie Ray Vaughn, “If the house is a rockin’, don’t bother knockin’…come on in”.

Your favorite pink-haired and petit lover of all things releasing sound waves into our atmosphere: music,
~Madi