Kudos if you got the REM reference in the picture. The objective here, other than to batter you over the head with non-stop music puns, is to highlight my journalistic accomplishments, humble though they may be. After taking three years of yearbook in high school under Rob "Lavizzle" LaVohn, I took a big chunk of time off from creative writing, or as I like to call it "became a polisci major." But eventually I hooked myself up with the Independent Florida Alliagor, wrote a couple of years worth of pop music columns, and then moved on to bigger and better things (or just "things," depending on who you ask).

I eventually got to write a little bit for Reax Magazine - more music reviews - and then parlayed that gig into an internship with Performer Magazine, a nationwide trade publication read exclusively by musicians, vinyl collectors and/or lonely, middle-aged men who hang out in record stores all day. Much appreciation goes to Nate Leskovic, editor at Performer, who gave me free reign to pretty much write about whatever I wanted, and even gave me a cover feature on the soon to be famous French Miami. Thanks, Nate. And now, after a summer with Performer hanging out in dank bars in the East Bay, I've found my way back to Gainesville, where I'm currently freelancing (paid-lancing?) for both the Gainesville Sun and the Alligator. The Sun writes checks - cool because it's the first time I've ever made money for something other than grinding expresso beans and catering weddings (seriously). They're like the checks your great grandmother used to cut you because she assesses the dollar in 1940s value and doesn't understand the concept of inflation, but still, checks nonetheless.

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