Freewheeling by Hilal Nakiboglu Isler the Year of Anjulie
r&r freewheeling By Hilal NakiBoglu isler The Year of Anjulie hen she first moved to america, Anjulie Persaud didn’t know a soul. She was young, just 19 at the time. “I told metal on the net W The team behind my parents I was going to visit a family friend in The Flaming Skull Montreal,” she says. “And I ended up in New York.” Persaud left behind everything: family, friends, and her hometown (the Toronto suburb of Oakville), for the great un- 60 hours to put together one epi- known. “I moved without a visa or a place to live,” she says. “All I had sode so I’ve been putting out an were some songs that I really believed in.” And she would play them, Music episode about every two months,” wherever people would listen: on the subway, on the street. Anjulie says Ddavidd. While the focus of remembers crashing the lobbies of record companies: invading tall, Podcasts the podcast has predominantly chrome and glass buildings, armed with nothing but her guitar. Of- been rock, most genres of music ten, she wouldn’t make it beyond the door. find a spot if it catches Ddavidd’s It was a tough time – emotionally and financially (she took up Come of fancy. Over the last few episodes, waitressing to help pay the bills) – but for Persaud, quitting was the podcast has featured Indigo never an option. If she could just make it there, in New York, she Age Children, Another Vertigo Rush, could make it… well, you know how that goes.
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