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Jugement Day

Jugement Day

The fluorescent lights of the studio’s small live room hummed, a stark contrast to the velvet darkness of Dave Snyper’s nightclubs. This was not a large orchestral hall; this tight space was chosen specifically to promote immediate acoustic density and aggressive...
Losing My Mind

Losing My Mind

The hallway smelled like bleach and boiled carrots, a lazy attempt to scrub over whatever had come before. I adjusted my tie. Still knotted right. The jacket sat a little off my shoulders now, but the cut was sharp. Routine helps you stay anchored. So does...

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