They chased music. They found fame. Then they ruined it spectacularly.
Joey Wagner is the frontman of indie rock band Low Fruit, touring the world while trying not to fall apart — which is harder than it sounds when your job is to shout into microphones and emotionally unravel in public every night. The shows are loud, the crowds are out of control, and the hangovers are unforgiving. Unfortunately, so are the memories he’s been his parents’ deaths, a childhood inside a religious cult, and the man who ran it.
Joey soon learns that chasing success has a habit of eating the people who helped you get there — especially when he unexpectedly runs into the long-vanished cult leader who defined his childhood.
If rock’n’roll is all about rebellion, then what do you do when you become the very thing you’ve spent your life rebelling against?
Inspired by the author’s own experiences in the music industry before streaming changed everything, Here Be Apples captures a world where egos run rampant, bad decisions come easy — and consequences arrive late.