There are currently three instruction manuals on my desk, a Gibson SG leaning against my chair, and more cables on the floor than any reasonable person should own. Apparently this is what starting again looks like. Not starting over. I’ve done this before. There was a time when making music meant three women, a truck worth of gear, enormous amplifiers and a rapidly developing addiction to volume. BØTTØM came out of New York City’s Lower East Side in the late ’90s. We rehearse