{"id":3669,"date":"1994-07-22T14:58:23","date_gmt":"1994-07-22T19:58:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stevetibbetts.com\/?p=3669"},"modified":"2022-06-11T21:10:29","modified_gmt":"2022-06-12T02:10:29","slug":"pulse-magazine-july-1994","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stevetibbetts.com\/pulse-magazine-july-1994\/","title":{"rendered":"The Fall of Us All–Pulse Magazine 7\/94"},"content":{"rendered":"\r\n
In an anonymous Minneapolis neighborhood, Steve Tibbetts works in an airless, windowless room, sharing one of two cubicles with his longtime collaborator, percussionist Marc Anderson<\/a>. The cinderblock walls and rec-room paneling give no hints of the music that explodes here like a psychedelic Rorschach. “People walk in and they’re overwhelmed by the squalor and grim, dark quality of the studio,” says Tibbetts. But for the 39-year-old guitarist, these walls dissolve behind the inspiration happening in his head.<\/p>\r\n