As seen in the January 2008 issue of DRUM! magazine.
If you’re looking for Riley Breckenridge, you might want to check the insane asylum.
Each morning, while the rest of the world sleeps, the 32-year-old Thrice drummer inevitably finds himself confined to a small, rectangular room — alone. The stark, almost uncomfortably white walls are nearly equidistant from him when he sits in the center — roughly seven or eight feet to each side — and a faint smell of gasoline and oil seeps from the floor. There isn’t much padding on the blanched walls — and there isn’t much in the way of windows, either. The temperature usually hovers around 85 degrees Fahrenheit. The room is so small, in fact, that during visiting hours the rest of the band is virtually standing on top of one another.
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