Tyke James, the lead singer of the band the moss, reminds me of Tarzan mixed with Kurt Cobain, from his tangled surfer hair to an energy somewhere between Tarzan and Peter Pan, bounding across the stage when the band plays live as if he’s determined to stop the clock and never grow up.

Have Kaytlin Numbers, Mari Ericksen, and Anna Beck killed someone? Maybe—can never rule it out—but not that I am aware of. Kaytlin would be my best bet, but luckily for her, she can just frame Indigo De Souza and get off easily. I’m not sure the other two are as lucky with famous lookalikes. But even though they’ve committed no crime, their songwriting has the potential to cause some serious emotional damage. So while they will not be brought in on charges of murder (or any other crime), I would like to propose that they are still liable for intentional infliction of emotional distress.

What I love about the music scene in Utah currently is that it’s the most diverse it’s been in probably decades, and at the very least since I have been around it. Even so, indie/alternative rock and indie folk still dominate the scene.

There is the urban legend that if you play Pink Floyd’s The Dark Side of the Moon while watching The Wizard of Oz, there is uncanny synchronicity. Stoners for ages have been claiming that it lines up perfectly. Seeing as I am not a high schooler with crappy weed in the '70s, '80s, or '90s, I do not have time for that. Even as my days have opened up considerably given my employment status, I will not be partaking in this ridiculous activity.

Music is about the stories it tells not only through the artist but through our own lives; the songs that come to us like divine intervention, specifically tailored for us in this exact moment. Whether it be the universe as a whole in its cosmic wonder or God in some form, these intersections of music and life seem like anything but coincidence. Just a short while ago, I had one of these encounters in a park in Amsterdam.

Your friends are not as cool or as talented as Jordan Zabriskie’s. Okay, even if by some chance they are, they are definitely not as crazy.