DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN: HANDLE YOUR SHIT, GREG

At my first paid gig as a music journalimalist, my editor wasn’t really hands-on with workshopping or edits or assignments. Let’s call him the Rick Rubin of print editors, as he was grotesquely overpaid, forever claiming unearned credit, and often seen shoveling bizarre food up his blabhole. But I did get his attention once when [...]

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