How about this one? The archetypal Friday night gig: After Unheardof finishes its set (which elicits favorable comparisons to the stoner punk of Queens of the Stone Age), after Morgan swallows the last mouthful of his last pint, after the band slowly packs the gear, after everybody is done rapping with friends 'n' fans, and, finally, after Unheardof drops off the gear at its practice space in Oakland, nothing save a few fleeting, early-morning hours keeps Morgan from getting right back in his car and heading straight to work for another Saturday of backbreaking carpentry: hammers, nail guns, sandblasters, the whole bit.
Now, in my opinion, this is abhorrent, but Morgan is totally cool with it because he'll "keep making music until I go deaf or die." But also, "My job is flexible. If I had to go out on the road, then they would be supportive, and my job would be there when I got back. Everyone is pretty committed, and we all make it work with our schedules." Then again, when I ask him if he ever thought about saying "fuck it" to the day job and just living the life of the rock star, Morgan, who really does have a rock-solid head on his shoulders, half-jokingly replies, "Every day."
