Skulking around the Canadian music scene as a writer and musician for many moons, somehow (namely thousands of dollars in bribes they call “tuition”) I managed to convince the University of Toronto to issue me a degree in English whereby I begat editing for local rags.
That led to a “career—as in subsidized by hard labour—whereby I've been pecking out music, business and special features articles/reviews for a variety of international publications but mainly here in the Great White North. People don't tend to trust the deadline-meeting abilities of those they think still live surrounded by moose and igloos. Can't blame them...sometimes all that seal blubber makes the keys on the typewriter stick.
For fun, I've managed to tour North America in a horribly-forgettable pop/punk band before joining a horribly-forgettable punk rock 'n' roll band. Surprisingly, we've been able to take on North America and Europe in the onslaught of blandness.
At that, why the hell would Alternative Press take me on? Sheer pressure. After pestering Scott Heisel at the behest of adored colleague/AP stringer Samuel Sutherland, Mr. Heisel eventually realized he was in a lose-lose situation; it was probably better to add me to the roster than field even more queries of, “Did you read my shit yet?”