"Single word, meant to be repeated with gusto, in heated arguments or large groups of protesters. Used in place of 'real words', not to be chanted.
Bee: Me/ A insect that make a sweet buzzing noise but packs a punch with it stings...also, Me.
I would go to more live shows if babysitters were free. Mother of two, wife of one, trying to live a life outside the norm. A lover of independant radio and streaming services, I believe kids should know about bands from REM and Punch Brothers to Elliot Smith and The Ramones. I can't play a musical instrument or hold a tune, but I can tell you if the producer screwed up the bass and treble levels in a song. I can accidentally spend hours on youtube watching Broadway cast recordings, movie trailers and international Irish Dance videos. I miss teaching English Literature to high school students, but I don't miss grading papers.
Rabblebee is my chance to share what I love.
Note to Readers:
Rabblebee's focus is to highlight the indie, alternative and folk music scene across the world with occasional musings on psychedelic and haze rock (sometimes "Dance Yrself Clean" is totally necessary for a kitchen dance party). Although other music probably has merit, it's just not my thing...unless someone or some band in different genre does something incredibly stupid or noteworthy, Rabblebee will probably not comment.
So come along for the ride and let Rabblebee introduce you to new artists and remind you of some you forgot.