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In the fall of 2006, it was an imperative that, if I were to remain Emily's boyfriend, that I would need to go back to school and get a good job, and support her financially until her career as an opera singer took off. FYI, I don't think she did find a career in vocal performance. The only school I could afford to go to was Illinois College, where my dad worked and got me some free classes. So I moved back to my hometown. Most of my friends had moved away, and I no longer had a room at my parents' house. I slept on the old couch in the unfinished part of the basement. I was very depressed about this bad decision, and wrote songs about death. With my music, I didn't want to do what it took to attract the younger crowd of new scenesters. In fact, for a long time, I'd wanted to write music for grown-ups and hipsters. The only way I could figure to do that was to start singing with a weird, fake accent. So I did, and it worked. As a cool freak folker, I got a label called Tract Records to put out this cd.
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