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Loading ...My first day back home was fairly uneventful. My father woke me from slumber to ask if I wanted breakfast from Dunkin’ Donuts. Why eat real eggs when I can have microwaved fake eggs, I always say! Their patented breakfast sammich tasted like cardboard that smelled of bacon. The frozen coffee was alright, if you’re [...]
With nothing to do in Covington, Kentucky last night I took the shuttle to Cincinnati for a dollar and walked over to Great American Ballpark to see if I could score a ticket to the Reds/Astros game. I stood online at the ticket window, and when my turn came I strolled up to the teller [...]
I’m in love with the Ohio River Valley.
My back hurts. I woke up on the hardwood floor in Brooke’s new apartment a few blocks from Bardstown Road in Louisville. It’s funny–the last time I was in town she was three days from the end of her lease, so her apartment was empty except for some [...]
Whoops. Overslept. Perhaps this was because I was awake until after 4am awaiting a phone call. Nevertheless, I quickly loaded all my gear back into the car, said goodbye to my bed (the couch) and the cats, wished Jet well and took off for Louisville.
At 12:08pm my phone started buzzing (and, by the way, I [...]
It’s now well beyond the midnight hour. My last contact with Electrical Audio came at about 2am, when I was informed by “weekend John” that Mr. Albini’s plane had been delayed from Los Angeles and he was expected to be arriving at the studio within the next hour. John said he would stick around until [...]
“I know all there is to know…about the waiting game…”
Evan sits–in mid-air mind you (look, no chair beneath me)–outside a building in Rogers Park, a few feet from Lake Michigan, waiting for 1am to roll around so he can call Electrical Audio and find out if Albini still wants to meet tonight…
Woke up, felt slightly chirpy, until I realized that I’m Evan LeVine–scourge of the literary underground and total fuck-up. Now officially twenty-three years of age, I opened my eyes and spied something like 10 missed phone calls and 8 text messages from friends near and abroad. It’s a good thing I turned my phone to [...]
