29. Selling Albums Door-to-Door

“Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose, nothing ain’t worth nothing but it’s free…” I was homeless for the better part of the year. This was another advantage. I’d bounce from relative’s basements to...

28. Knock, Knock.

I lived on the corner of 3rd St NW and 5th Ave NW in Medicine Hat, Alberta with two sisters from Coronach, Saskatchewan. Courtney and Pisser. Pisser wasn’t her real name. Courtney was. I was fortunate around all the difficulty to have a nice roof over my head....

27. The New Weapon

I was just coming into my own as a guitarist. Still with a main focus on writing I did what I could to incorporate an Angus Young lick in here and there but we were playing balls out rock and roll and the sound required more than my mediocre pentatonic runs. I was...

26. Me & Trav

The Bacherts, Mitch and Myself performed under the name Spent. It came from an anticlimactic moment at a Boston Pizza expressing how we were feeling post performance. I had a handful of songs written withs sexual overtones – it was the AC/DC and Sum 41...