Rob Azevedo goes inside the local music scene bringing you the best of what’s happening in the Granite State.
Finally, I asked Anita if I could sit at Hunter’s desk. It had taken me nearly three decades to do so. “Of course you can,” she said without hesitation. I positioned myself behind the typewriter, looked down at the keyboard, at the numerous convention lanyards and reading glasses, the can of air spray and pack of cigarettes and my mind was blown, a flurry of humility rushed over me.