An Interview with Biff Rose, Truly Weird Part of Music History

I first found out about Biff Rose a few years ago when my friend opened for him at a house show in Richmond, VA. He wrote…

The Ghost of How Happy We Think We’d Be

We wake up, red, pale, soft, in the room where I spent my teenage years. Amanda in a transparent purple shirt. Red quilt and NOFX poster. Air conditioning blasting. I am leaving to move across the country for grad school and she and I are breaking up. She says, “I don’t feel done with you.”