I saw The Dismembement Plan. Holy shit.
I got on stage for The Ice of Boston. Holy shit.
J. Robbins son Callum has SMA. [silence].
Now, this may be tacky, but I'm gonna do it anyway. If you like music at all, chances are you've enjoyed some at the benefit of someone who was working without a net - no to minimal health insurance, no 401K, no security at all, essentially. If they hadn't decided to live for art in a society that doesn't really reward such things, you might not have had that one song. You know the one. It's the one that nursed you through a break up, or showed you what to do with all that anger, or made you feel like you were having the greatest time of you life driving home that one night. You wouldn't have it. Well, some of those songs for me were Jawbox songs. J. has put so much on the line, and given so much to me and plenty of others.
So if you have that song, if you know what I'm talking about, please consider giving $5 or $10 up at the link for Callum's blog, even if Jawbox sounds like dropping a bunch of pans in the kitchen to you. Chances are, one of your heroes could have ended up in the same boat, but they were lucky.
