That’s Sedgefield Gardens in Greensboro, NC, where I rented my first apartment at the age of 22. I ended up living in three different units inside that place across four-or-so years. It wasn’t bad at all and is apparently unchanged (according to the pics) from 30 years ago. The legendary Peaches Records, where I worked, was maybe a mile from there. I could’ve walked, but never did. I mean, seriously… A mile?? What am I, in the Iron Man competition? And by the way, the phone number at Peaches was 852-3926. Somehow I remember that.
In any case, the most memorable Sedgefield Gardens era was definitely the final one, when I lived with my brother in a two-bedroom unit. I think that lasted for about two years, and it was non-stop dipshittery and ridiculousness. Yesterday I recorded a new podcast episode describing the “highlights” of that adventure. You can listen wherever you get podcasts, or right here:
I’d love to know about your first apartment after you moved out and were on your own. Please tell us about it in the comments. Did you have real furniture, or was it just crap you cobbled together like we did? Shit! I can still smell that weird elongated couch. Where did it come from? The city dump?? I have no idea at this point. What kind of crazy stuff happened there? Bring us up to date on it, won’t you?
And I’ll see you guys again soon, very soon.
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