
For a decade plus following college, I participated in an extended childhood, existing on the periphery of the music industry, close enough to see behind the curtain, yet not so involved to reap financial rewards that would have sullied the experience. The time afforded me opportunities to do things and meet people that I would have thought unthinkable as a kid growing up in Sticksville, listening to music and devouring liner notes. Sometimes I will escape the office and the mind-numbing engagement in capitalistic endeavors to enjoy tobacco. I'll set the iPod [...]