As with all good things, (i.e. Twin Peaks, Harry Potter, my fake id's lamination) my tenure as The Music Intern of this fine publication has reached its end. No longer will I be taking that crowded, stifling bus to-and-from Tacoma two days a week. Instead I'm going to be living in my dad's basement, taking Statistics and noodling around on GarageBand (I swear I'm not lame), but armed with a more-impressive resume and my pack of The Stranger souvenir playing cards.
If you so desire to lurk this office for a few months, calendar-making, fact-checking, trolling Megan's candy bucket and otherwise supporting the music department while gaining valuable experience and street cred, by all means apply. You should be proficient at maneuvering teh intrenets, opening envelopes, data entry, and sorting through all monstrous breeds of demos and promo photography. For transcribing the occasional interview you should be able to type like the wind blows. Having writing skills would be more than useful, as would be an interest in music journalism/criticism. And you probably don't even have to like Jawbox.
In exchange for your efforts you won't get paid, but there might be assignments that end up in-print, or with your name on a list. Did I mention the candy bucket? Plus, won't the looks of jealously on your less-productive friends' faces be payment enough?
You're totally interested. Email Eric Grandy and/or Megan Seling with a resume, cover letter, and a writing sample. You'll need to be here about 10-15 hours a week, sometime during office hours (9-5:30pm).
Interning is the new sitting-at-home-and-not-interning.