By 1999, I’d lost count of all the venues we’d played and all the cocky sound guys who felt compelled to mansplain my amp to me during sound checks. And I was tired. Tired of being talked down to. Tired of fighting for the money I earned. Tired of trying to make my voice heard whenever I was on stage (thanks again, sound guy), as well as when I was off.
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