There’s a moment—if you know, you know.You stand in front of a cranked amp, you hit one note, one impossibly heavy chord—and the air splits like a crowbar to the ribs. Your hair flies back like you’re in a wind tunnel built by Satan himself. Read More …
There’s a rare kind of moment when an interview turns into something more — when it stops being about the questions and becomes a shared ritual, two people unspooling memories and meaning over distorted signal and digital static. That’s what happened when I sat down Read More …
