I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.
For the first time, I understood why Dad had talked about bills as if they were weather systems that might wipe us out.
I also understood that talking about responsibility did not require crushing somebody else’s ambition.
I considered taking on paying clients.
Frank said the space was ready.
Pete cautioned that recording other musicians was different from recording myself: people expected deadlines, clean files, and calm problem-solving even when technology behaved badly.
He offered to supervise the first session.