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One Way or Another

The Moroccan place was total decadence, everyone half-sitting, half-lying on these pillows on the floor, the walls all padded with complicated patterns like the set of a movie set in a harem. I half expected the low round tables to come complete with a hookah. Chris and I and Bart sat with our backs to [...]

Walk This Way

Okay, I exaggerated. It wasn’t all work. Christian and I managed to get drunk at the house a few times, too. I was staring at a half empty bottle of Southern Comfort when I got to thinking, as I probably often did while drunk, about whether Digger felt at all like this when he got [...]

Sharp Dressed Man (and holy crap, this is the 100th post!)

(Donations this week have triggered this bonus post! Enjoy it, AND the Spin article will ALSO be coming soon!) By the time I got home my hand was starting to throb and I wondered what exactly I’d done. OK: buy gloves, learn to drive, get health insurance. I should have had the cab take me [...]

Big Audio Dynamite

We had our next business meeting in the kitchen at six o’clock on a Tuesday night. I’d have done it in the living room, but the thing in the forefront of my mind was Christian signing his contract, and it seemed right to have an actual table for that. Our kitchen was not a room [...]

I’ve Seen All Good People

Outside the backstage door there were ten or twelve people, mostly girls, waiting behind police barricades for someone famous to come out and make a dash for the limousine parked there. I asked the security guard at the door if I could get a cab. He said I could go around front, or he could [...]

Roll With It

Part Three Skip forward to the early spring, then, to when things really began to happen. I was at work when the memo came around that Moondog Three’s album was no longer supposed to be shelved in the Local Rock section but in the Indie section, which was right next to the Local section but [...]

Who Can It Be Now

A few days later I was working the register in the record store when a gangly long-feathered-hair type in three quarter sleeves sauntered up. “Michelle said I might find you here.” “Yeah.” Do I know you? I didn’t say that, though, kept my face blank. “Bart talked to me about coming to a rehearsal, like [...]