Sarah E. Moffett

In honor of all that is summer, here is the most shameless Top Down play list compiled to date. Cheers to seeing the sun.
Feedback—Janet Jackson
Rhianna—Please Don’t Stop the Music (even thought you want to)
Danity Kane—Damaged (support the Diddy)
Lupe Fiasco—Superstar (because you are)
Metro Station—Shake It (because you want to)
Miley Cyrus—See You Again (Two words—Vanity Fair)
Leona Lewis—Bleed […]

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2007 was boring. Really boring. There was a 10,000 mile book tour, a handful of road races, in and out of the car, falling in love with Kerouac and Vonnegut, approximately $1,050 in parking tickets, drinks in Monte Carlo and the train jumping debacle, two car accidents, losing mucho dinero in Vegas to those impossible […]

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What is art?
Snoozing, aren’t you.
I generally am too when someone pulls that gem out of the air. Then I heard an answer in the most unlikely place.

If only all of life’s mysteries were discoverable in the midst of a rock opera complete with laser show, faux-snow, and pyrotechnician’s dream.
Paul O’Neill, one of the founders of […]

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Ever heard of a “Living Christmas Tree”? I hadn’t, and that’s saying something as the product of a devoutly Baptist upbringing. Then I walked into First Baptist of Alexandria this past Sunday. The Everest of Christmas Trees had sprouted up from the stage, expanding the entire width of the choir loft and was topped with […]

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Well, Warm ‘Em Up With The Legwarmers This Saturday Night!

I’ve heard, from several confidential sources, that this band rocks like its 1985! So I decided it was time to actually leave my house (!) and check them out. As many of you know, the threshold for leaving my house is VERY high.
Let’s relive the good ol’ […]

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This is me.
In a music drought. For this writer, it’s right up there with no running and no drinking. What’s a girl to do? Rachael Yamagata’s new album is not out yet, Shiny Toy Guns is nowhere to be found, The The’s new album is barely keeping my musically stimulated soul alive, the 930 Club is lackluster, the Birchmere is […]

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Big Yamagata fan here. For those of you who do not know what or who a Yamagata is, shift from your Japanimation thoughts to a world of smoky lounge singers that rock to honest, vulnerable lyrics that spare the audience sentimental sap. Rachael Yamagata recently wrapped up her pre-album release tour, and posted this sincere and […]

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What better way to reacclimatize one’s self to D.C. after being far, far away than to brave the Verizon Center for a pop-rock concert and join the salivating masses.
My excuse? My jet-lag made me do it.
Actually, it ran a little deeper than that. Breaking my personal maxim to not attend concerts in venues big enough […]

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I am in need of music that would flow
Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips,
Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips,
With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow.
Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low,
Of some song sung to rest the tired dead,
A song to fall like water on my head,
And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!There is a magic […]

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I want to write like Rachael Yamagata sings.
Tuesday night at the Birchmere, I saw Rachael Yamagata for the first time. I’m in love. And so is everyone else that was there for her performance. Her relaxed manner, easy banter, and approachable rapport, played the perfect transition to her smoky voice as she levitated the audience […]

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