Turns out my very old digital camera still works and has photos on it.
In 2007 I lived at the end of a hallway, right where the stairs to the basement began, in an area known as “The Zone.” I wasn’t the first or fifth or last inhabitant of the zone, but I believe I had the most elaborate setup of anyone who called that corner home. I divided the area horizontally into two planes with an uneasily lofted bed (nicknamed “Unsafe At Any Speed” by my roommate) and vertically into a very narrow library area, desk/tape/hangout area, and a closet (in a shallow depression on one wall).
My roommate Katy Otto and my future HGJ bandmate Erin McCarley were in a band together at time called PROBLEMS. I was their biggest fan. There had been a HHIG worship type band comprised of me and all my friends’ ex-boyfriends called PROBLEMS, and more aptly so, but they changed their name to ANCHORS. I think Katy had quickly grown fond of yelling “PROBLEMS” at shows, so she and Erin (along with ROUTINEERS bassist Todd McDonald) poached the name. I rode in the van to a lot of their shows, nervously drinking and hoping that Erin thought I was cool. I loved to stand up front while they played, bobbing my lil black hair/bleached hair head and grinning when Katy would get bored and start freestyling between songs.
I worked as a shop girl at a tattoo shop in a touristy part of NW, and as a book keeper for my roommate’s web-hosting company. House activities included playing Settlers of Catan, the UnGame, watching Sex & the City, and listening to Devin yell heinous things at 12-year-olds over his head set while playing Call of Duty.
Three memories from the Treeswing: (1) HARAM played their last show at the house and two of my best friends threw up on the rug directly below my bed in one night. (2) Going on a cleaning spree/archaeological dig of the basement which culminated in me dragging to the curb towers of obsolete technology, garbage bags full of lingerie belong to a long-gone former roommates ex-girlfriend, and, for some reason, a shoe box of Christmas cards addressed to ENGINE DOWN. (3) Having a room so small that it was feasible to fix my teetering loft bed by wedging a few books between it and the wall.