This super-babe and I have been friends for a long time, I have watched her go from corporate badass (she has a MBA!) to music-industry maven to musician to her current career, designing amazing jewelry under her brand WASTED EFFORT. Most of my pieces are by her, including a badass custom lanyard she made me that I wear on all my tours. Though not a touring lady, she truly embodies the Modern Hobo spirit and is known to get in a car and end up in the desert. Check her out below!
NAME: Marie Foxall
OCCUPATION: Jeweler / Small Business Owner / Pop-up Shop Wrangler / Maker of Various Things / Math Whiz.
YOUR COMPANY: Wasted Effort
OTHER INTERESTS/SKILLS: Avid reader / Excellent gardener / Mediocre drummer.
YOUR STORY: Hooker with a heart of gold.
FAVOURITE PART OF TRAVEL: The way that nothing ever really works out the way you plan, and that's how the most incredible stuff happens.
TRAVEL HACK: Bring a film camera! If you don't have one, spend a couple bucks on a disposable. I'm as guilty of wanting instant instagram gratification as the next guy, but hear me out. If you break out the film camera even only a small fraction of the time, on those occasions you'll spend a few minutes getting the right shot and the rest of the time actually enjoying what's happening around you, instead of half-heartedly snapping a bunch of mediocre phone photos that will never be seen again. Then you get to relive everything when the photos get developed! Remember how rad that felt? You will now!
BEST TOUR/TRAVEL STORY: My pal Mel and I were driving through America on a lengthy road trip and we had been away for almost a month when our trusty golden goose of a Mazda, Geena, broke down irreparably on the Texas/Louisiana border. We called a tow truck and asked the driver to tow her to the nearest junkyard so she could be laid to rest. Once we'd said our farewells to Geena, our tow truck driver Larry insisted on driving us all over town to figure out where the bus station was (it was in a 7-11/sandwich shop). The next bus didn't leave for another 24 hours, so Larry insisted on having us stay the night at his place. After much hesitation (and visions of all worst-case scenarios flashing through our minds), we agreed... and he graciously put us up in his camouflage-decorated, crossbow-filled trailer, ordered us a couple pizzas, told us tales of alligator wrestling and gar fishing, and truly lived up to the hype of Southern hospitality. If you're ever in Bridge City, Texas, and you run into a tow truck driver named Larry... give him ten high-fives in a row from me.