Like a band or artist, Gotta Press Play took an unexpected hiatus. First, it was my personal health issues but once that was done, something was off with me and music.

I hate writing that sentence but its true.

And at the beginning of the year I realized it was something a little deeper, don’t worry no over sharing.

GPP started because I had a love of music I wanted to share. The hard part about being a music blogger is worrying if you’re good enough to share your love. That old cliché of comparison and that horrible feeling made reviewing music harder.

No more comparison. I’m just me, a native of Los Angeles who loves music created right in my hometown – Hollywood or in the UK or Australia. I will fangirl over new music until I’m put in an old folks home.

I’m not a professional journalist simply I’m a lover of music.

So if you’re still reading this blog – thank you. If you’re new – ‘Hi!’.



Book: Losing My Brotherhood by Bobby Long

Just last week I wrote a blog about missing Bobby Long and now I feel like I’m being reconnected with him but on a deeper level. Late, last year Bobby announced he was writing a book…..a book a poetry. Now I personally thought his music was poetry in itself, so…..why write a book? But that’s just me.

But after reading the press release regarding the book, I gained a new respect for the artist.

The title stems from Long’s realization of what he left behind when he abruptly moved from London to New York to pursue his music career in 2010.  “I left my family and my friends, and I just went and didn’t really say good-bye to anyone,” he recalls.  “’Losing My Brotherhood’ refers to a specific group of three close friends who I lived with in London for four years and shared everything with, and who I don’t get a chance to see anymore. We were like brothers, but I know that time is now over.  It’s a tribute, really.”

If you regularly check Long’s site you would’ve found the excerpt he posted six months ago:

The Things I Did And Do

I dropped some cigarette ash on your neatly cut hair

I made your morning coffee slightly cold

I wept at films that you deemed too bold

and pretended I didn’t need subtitles.

These are the things I do to make you flinch

I played Bach at a higher speed on the record player

I pretended it was broken when you picked out Van Morrison

I sang harmonies to every line when you fixed it

and dragged my feet when you asked me to change sides.

This is what I do to annoy you

I poured Starbucks into your independent coffee store cup

I lied about my mother’s age and said I was adopted

I read you Pablo Neruda when you picked out Frost

and changed the words around and made them all about summer.

This is what I do to confuse you

I never let you help me with the morning crossword

I went on walks for hours and didn’t call

I drank myself into such rich stupors I couldn’t stand

and lied about the trivial shit.

This is what I do because I am a bastard

I watch you sleep and block the morning light out of your eyes

I cook your favorite meal three nights a week

even though I’m allergic

I listen to your friends talk about their friends

I stopped going to the bar.

Just because


I’m not usually a poetry girl, unless its my own emo crap, but now I can’t wait to read Long’s new book! And his follow-up to A Winter Tale is due this Fall. I shall bask in the world of Bobby for a while.