I grew up with a father that played bass guitar in a rock band. I don’t know if that instantly gives me cool points or if I should just put on a wife beater and go eat peanut butter out of a jar. As a kid I didn’t think much of it, other than on Thursday nights the band would // Read more Read more…
I am not creative. This is going to sound 1 of 2 ways to you. 1) Like the most ridiculous thing you have ever read and like I am fishing for compliments. – If you are someone reading a blog, that is not only written by me but contains drawings by me, someone that also performs improv, plays many instruments and owns a // Read more Read more…
