It’s “dank,” not in the current sense of the word, but old and musty and hard to get rid of. It’s the kind of riff that bores itself into my brain and keeps digging long after the song is over.
Read More The Single Life: Dope Skum Drops Belly Lint all Over the PlaceAll I know for sure is that the alcohol no longer worked, which is a horrifying thing for any addict.
Read More 30 Years of Heavy Recovery: Prologue, Part 2: The Last BingeAs I keep mentioning, music has been the one consistent, reliable ‘tool’ for me in recovery. I think it had at least something to do with following through with the decision to quit. I keep thinking about what it was, musically, that gave me a push to change things up, and I keep coming […]
Read More 30 Years of Heavy Recovery: Prologue, 1992. Helmet, Faith No More and passing out at really good concerts