The night your back decides it runs your life, every choice turns tactical. That’s where we start: a no-move sleep position, a desperate attempt to dodge sciatica, and the inconvenient comedy of crying quietly at 4:30 a.m. without alarming the house. From there, the ride swerves through canceled gigs, algorithm pep talks that last exactly one second, and the weird economy of making people laugh while your spine negotiates with gravity. We get honest about money, pride, and the grind of being...
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The night your back decides it runs your life, every choice turns tactical. That’s where we start: a no-move sleep position, a desperate attempt to dodge sciatica, and the inconvenient comedy of crying quietly at 4:30 a.m. without alarming the house. From there, the ride swerves through canceled gigs, algorithm pep talks that last exactly one second, and the weird economy of making people laugh while your spine negotiates with gravity. We get honest about money, pride, and the grind of being...
100 Dirtbikes For Lunch | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
31 minutes
2 months ago
100 Dirtbikes For Lunch | Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
A closed hotel pool, a hot parking lot, and an angry ant hill aren’t the villains—they’re the chorus. Episode 100 lands mid-bite and mid-thought, which turns out to be the most honest place to take stock of a life on stage. We talk about addiction-level love for Story of the Year’s new song Gasoline, daydreams of skipping lunch for a KTM, and how the road strips away your excuses until only the work is left. That’s where the real conversation starts: anxiety that pretends to be effort, the st...
Discombobulated with Bobby Jaycox
The night your back decides it runs your life, every choice turns tactical. That’s where we start: a no-move sleep position, a desperate attempt to dodge sciatica, and the inconvenient comedy of crying quietly at 4:30 a.m. without alarming the house. From there, the ride swerves through canceled gigs, algorithm pep talks that last exactly one second, and the weird economy of making people laugh while your spine negotiates with gravity. We get honest about money, pride, and the grind of being...
