J. Gelband
Came from the northeast long ago to play old, western harmonica songs with old, western men. And to write. And stayed.
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J. Gelband grew up in the wilds of urban Connecticut where shopping at an outlet mall is as outdoorsy an activity as possible. But the Gelbands were campers. And swimmers. And humidity haters. And after graduating from Syracuse University, J. headed to San Francisco for an editing job, drove through arid Boise and couldn’t shake the visions of Boise and Idaho’s hot springs that danced through her head. And in all cliched truthfulness, she had the best French fries in the world during her stop in Boise.
She had to return to the mountains.
J. took a job writing and editing in Boise in 2000 and has been writing and editing features, music, art, and entertainment stories for newspapers and magazines all over the region ever since. Though she still makes time for camping and swimming, J. also enjoys playing the drums (your band looking for a bad drummer?), running in the mountains (usually at night), correcting grammar (I see you, Oxford comma!), and responding to Russian speakers who talk trash in grocery checkout lines and assume no one else speaks the language (Ya panemayoo pa Ruski).
