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A friend of mine introduced me to Thurston Moore because she thought I would like him. He was playing with the tallest band in the world, the Coachmen. They were sort of like Talking Heads, jangly guitar, Feelies guitar. Anyway, it was love at first sight. His band broke up that night. And we started playing.

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I think of myself as unconventional, I guess. I maybe always had a problem with authority, like a stubbornness about what’s expected – despite wanting to get some recognition through performing – but also not always wanting to do the expected thing.

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I just think that playing bass, like punk rock bass with a pick, wasn’t meant to be done for 25 years.

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May 4, 2024

I just think that playing bass, like punk rock bass with a pick, wasn’t meant to be done for 25 years.

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May 4, 2024

I think of myself as unconventional, I guess. I maybe always had a problem with authority, like a stubbornness about what’s expected – despite wanting to get some recognition through performing – but also not always wanting to do the expected thing.

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