When Eddie walks in he looks around intently. I fully realized the immediate awkwardness of the situation. I have been researching him and his music for the better part of a week. I know what he looks like, where he gigs, who he plays with. He knows exactly two things about me. I’m writing for Demencha and I can hit send on an e-mail. He dresses differently than I thought he would. He’s in a charcoal cardigan with horizontal red stripes and a graphic tee. His dreads pulled back neatly. He looks like a well kempt skater kid. Which, he tells me after the interview that he was.