As seen in the November 2007 issue of DRUM! magazine.
James Owen Sullivan is staring at his feet. It’s a sole-melting afternoon in July and the Avenged Sevenfold drummer is fumbling with his black nail-polished fingers inside a discreet, air-conditioned studio on 23rd Street in Manhattan. The Rev, as his bandmates call him, is clearly uncomfortable, made only more so by the way he has draped his tat-on-black, more than six-foot frame across the black leather couch nudged up against the soundproofed back wall. The clinking of the assortment of metallic jewelry around his wrists is one of only two sounds in the room. The other is a muted ticking of the mechanism within the CD player three feet to his right. He has said nothing; he has been silent since entering the room and now he seems even more distant.
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