The Post-College Arcade

Ode to an Aging Rock Critic

Not so long ago, I wrote a number of freelance concert reviews for a local music blog. It was a pretty sweet gig: see a show for free, take a few blurry photos, and scribble notes during the set like a true music expert. After returning home from the bar/club/hipster lair, I would transcribe my scribblings into an overly-detailed account of the performance. 

The review was due at 8 AM the morning after the concert. Sometimes I wouldn't finish writing until after 4 AM. Then I'd lay awake in bed, physically exhausted, my mind still lit up with journalistic prose. This was the closest I came in school to pulling an all-nighter. Weeks later, a small paycheck would arrive in the mail. I have no idea if anyone besides my editor ever read the reviews. I did get to see some great bands for free, though. And some terrible bands. 

The Treehouse of Adulthood

This comic originally ran about a year ago and can be found on this blog in its original form. I decided to update it with color, mainly because I thought the pond creature should have green tentacles and the in-laws lurking inside the tree should have yellow eyes. Incidentally, my mother-in-law is visiting this weekend. As usual, this is available for purchase as an 11"x17" poster (email me at gsnider11@gmail.com) so you can put it up in your cubicle of employment or useless hobby zone and eventually stash it in some closet with your exercise equipment. 

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