There’s a whole industry devoted to writing songs pitched toward a certain demographic. All I can do is write about what I care about and hope you might relate. And if not, here are some sweet melodies. This is my life’s work and I’ve been immersed in it so long that I can’t really extract one from the other. So I kept envisioning one of those bumper stickers on the back of a semi-trailer that says, “How’s my driving? Call…” I kept thinking, “How’s my living?” as if I were taking suggestions.
I’m Sarah, your intrepid blogger and former Pennsylvania native who relocated to Chicago in 2006. How’s My Living focuses on concert and album reviews, with other related music blather and general awesomeness. In August 2010, I decided to bring a few new writers on board, to enhance your reading experience (or something like that). You can read about them on this page.
When I’m not being Just Another Music Blogger, I put in long days in Corporate America. You can find me on Twitter with the blog’s dedicated account at How’s My Living. While my main hobbies include trawling the internet for new and interesting things, wasting time on Facebook, and buying cute things on Etsy, I find time to volunteer for the Chicago Independent Radio Project and have added my vocal talents to Jungle of Cities, a folk-rock/Americana inspired band here in the city. I have previously performed with several local ensembles, including the Chicago Licorice Sticks, Lakeside Pride symphonic band and saxophone ensemble, and the DePaul Community Chorus.
I would be more than pleased to write about your music, review your album, or attend your show (as long as you don’t mind an honest opinion)! I can be contacted either through the comments on this blog or by filling out the contact form. Unfortunately, I cannot reply to every email I get (unless someone wants to turn this into a paying job), but I do read it all.
All of the photos appearing in the header were taken by me at shows in or around Chicago. The appearance of various artists in the photos should not be read to imply that they approve of the website or its content, or even know that I exist (sadcakes).
