Sublime

my mom. We walk around the Village barefoot, and sometimes

but I was obsessive about maintaining an email-based newsletter for the band and for the house parties. I could send out an email to fifty Boston friends, they would spread the word, and two weeks later, hundreds

After a few more go-rounds with the lawyers, we signed the contract in blood. (Actual blood. It was a metal label; we figured that was appropriate.) They paid us $100,000 for the eternal rights to the album that we’d recorded for $20,000 (territory: “the universe,” just in case our albums started selling big on Mars). Thanks to the lawyer, I kept m

I talked my parents, god bless them, into hosting five English and Dutch indie rock stars (plus a merch guy and a sound guy) in our suburban house.

Then we sold the CD (which we titled, simply, The Dresden Dolls) straight to the fans at the shows for $10 a pop. We quickly sold out of the first batch of 5,000 and ordered another. My kitchen became a wonderland workshop of envelopes and packaging as we started mailing them out to fans in more and more distant states and countries, and to labels,