Twenty years ago yesterday my last commissioned article as a freelance music journalist was published. I’d been doing it for more than 10 years at that point, had a 5-year old son, a daughter on the way, and other outlets I wanted to pursue.
I didn’t know it was going to be my last piece while I was doing it, but the subject matter was suitably auspicious: the Business Machines. The band members were Houstonian friends relocated to L.A. chasing the eternal dream. They’d also just recorded what is still one of my favorite albums ever, ‘Almost Automatic.’
A rock n’ roll mini-revival was underway at the time, led by the likes of the Hives, the Vines, the Donnas, and the Datsuns, and the Business Machines were poised to stake their claim. The rest of the story is available in scattered pieces across the internet. But what’s offered here is a fleeting snapshot of when everything was still possible.
