“I’m sorry man, I’ve been really sick.” This is one of the first things Emma Ruth Rundle says to me as we ascend the stairs to the Green Room of the Paradise Rock Club in Boston (March 16, 2017). No apologies are necessary, but the exhaustion present in her voice is understandable. To put it mildly, New England has seen better weeks, especially in March. My initial plan was to arrive in Boston on Wednesday, the original date of Rundle’s show supporting This Will Destroy You and Deafheaven (one of the more epic tour lineups I can recall). However, I had to change things up, leaving Burlington, VT at 2 AM Tuesday morning following a 12-hour shift at work to get ahead of a storm that would ultimately dump at least 2 miserable feet of snow on a town that had been foolishly anticipating the coming of Spring. The rest of New England and New York were not spared either, resulting in the postponement of the show to Thursday evening. As a result, I had to spend an extra two days at an inn-that-shall-remain-nameless in the heart of the Harvard Ave area of Boston which, frankly, reminds me of the kind of place a depressed person would shack up at to drink themselves to death. I also made the mistake of only bringing one pair each of shoes and pants, which I nearly ruined attempting to navigate the slush-flooded Bostonian sidewalks Tuesday evening, leading to a fiasco in which I was, for at least a fleeting moment, sure I was going to die of hypothermia in an alley.
Full Interview Here.