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The myth of teamwork in pop music.
John Roderick is the singer/songwriter for Seattle band The Long Winters. His column appears every Monday on Reverb.It’s not a simple thing to collaborate, let… Continue reading
Indie rock demands different standards of measurement.
There is, of course, a lot of competition between bands. It’s an obvious thing to say--like saying there are a lot of Skoal Bandits at… Continue reading
So Im sitting at a table with Dave Bazan, Ben Gibbard, and a President...
A few years ago I was invited to join a small, friendly poker game that was just starting up among a group of Seattle music… Continue reading
Jonathan Coulton built his entire career on the Internet. The rest of us are supposed to follow.A friend and I were riding our Vespas over… Continue reading
I concentrated on music almost completely from a desire to never have to watch soap operas during lunch in the employee cafeteria.
I’ve talked a little bit about rock and roll lifers, but there are many different types and I should probably define my terms. The rock… Continue reading
Even as grunge wannabes started applying for jobs at Amazon and buying regular shoes, the music scene in Seattle survived.
Seattle in 1994 was like Dawson City in 1898, two years after the gold rush. The bloom of Grunge was past, long past, but the… Continue reading
In my youth, rock culture was too dull-witted to take seriously.
For those readers unfamiliar with the work of my band, The Long Winters, I’m going to delve into the history of my little corner of… Continue reading
Ive known fellows who, when asked if they had given any thought to their retirement plans, pointed with confidence to a stockpile of canned chili.
I've had a very busy week, flitting from this high-society party to that glamorous music industry shindig, hobnobbing with famous and brilliant artists and musicians,… Continue reading
I've always enjoyed taking long walks around Seattle, especially late at night. Nosing around in secluded neighborhoods, sneaking up dark alleys, and peering over fences… Continue reading
I've known fellows who, when asked if they had given any thought to their retirement plans, pointed with confidence to a stockpile of canned chili.
A touring indie-rock band crashed at my place last night and it was a sobering reminder of some of the less wonderful and glamorous aspects… Continue reading
But I wont bore you with the many celeb sightings and sex parties during my trip to New York.
Maybe because I relate to him more.