Good news! I no longer have to drive 176 miles round-trip when I commute. Last weekend I moved into our new apartment in glorious Phenix City, Alabama, just 13 minutes away from where I work in Columbus, Georgia.
Bad news! We're not quite moved in yet. I'm essentially camping out in the apartment because none of our big furniture (including things like, oh, beds) are there yet. It's still better than driving 176 miles a day.
Good news! This weekend we're renting a U-Haul and moving all the big furniture!
Bad news! This weekend we're renting a U-Haul and moving all the big furniture!
In 1993 I’d just graduated college and I decided I wanted to do two things: play punk rock music and publish a radical political newspaper or magazine. To do the first I needed a band; to do the second, I needed a printing press.
I had no idea how to actually put a band together. Putting a band together required people skills—while I’m not exactly a recluse, I’m not good at forging alliances. I’d done some solo recording in the past and hoped that would entice like-minded musicians to sort of drift my way, and then Step Three, and then Profit.