I Own Some T Shirts. Other people own more of them, rare ones that I don’t have, duplicates, fleshed out collections, but I like what I have. The most complete collections of ephemera I see are from my contemporaries that don’t drink, smoke, or do drugs. I didn’t realize how much of a crazy financial … Continue reading
As depressingly comfortable as I am with the text inside Get In The Van, I had no interest in reading it when it was lent to me 15 years ago. I was the sort of high school sophomore who was so hell bent on remaining friendless that it wasn’t enough to someone to be the one other kid in a Black Flag shirt in a teeming mass of 3,000 adolescents. Continue reading
Early in the morning this past July 4, 2015, an electrical fire in Los Angeles, California took the life of Sammy Ewing. He rescued all four of his roommates from the burning building before he lost his life.
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The controlled valuation of art through dealers and auction houses is not so different than Nike creating endless differing limited runs of Foamposites.
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I’ve been a tour manager exactly once, and I liked it. You wake up 30 minutes to an hour before the act, be sober enough to drive, make it to soundcheck, get the house lights proper, get the stuff, sell the merch, get the payout.
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Austin has a little over 900,000 residents as of 2014. During the music portion of the SXSW conference, that number spikes dramatically.
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