January 2008
2 posts
Oh, to have roadies
What happens when a string breaks right at the beginning of a song? You GIT-R-DONE!
Five years wasted
For at least five years, I hung onto a two-foot strip of Velcro that I’d somehow acquired. I have no idea where it came from, but I figured, “Hey, free Velcro,” and kept it in my life. The strip survived at least one move. It’s a fighter. At points, it seemed like I came in contact with this particular segment of Velcro so regularly that it became part of my day-to-day...