Friday, January 19, 2018

He Said/She Said

Earlier today I was listening to a Power Pop playlist that I'd made a while back, and these two songs came on within a few minutes of each other. I realized they're kind of saying the same thing from two different perspectives. Thought it might make an interesting comparison/contrast. What do you think?

The Primitives - Really Stupid

The Vapors - Talk Talk

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

My Top Ten Music Movies

1. Half Cocked
2. Hedwig and the Angry Inch
3. Tender Mercies
4. 24-hour Party People
5. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Fabulous Stains
6. Leningrad Cowboys Go America
7. Payday
8. This Is Spinal Tap
9. Almost Famous
10. Linda Linda Linda 

What did I miss?

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Short Pants

I don't wear a lot of shorts. Every once in a while this gets pointed out to me. There are those among my friends who see it as kind of an ongoing challenge. They proselytize. They cajole. I remain unmoved. I live in Texas, and the weather here, particularly during the summer, heavily suggests semi- if not outright nudity as the only sane mode of presentation, yet I persevere.

When pressed for a justification, I tend to get a little peevish, and when I'm feeling especially mean-spirited, I might say, "I'm not a child," which is a shitty thing to say to your well-meaning, accomplished, grownup friend who is standing right in front of you, wearing shorts. Most of the time, though, I just smile or grumble, depending, and kind of dodge the issue. Well, now, thanks to the New York Times Magazine, I can just refer people to this incredibly bitchy think-piece that outlines every possible rationale for wholesale shorts avoidance:

He's Got Legs

Patterson dares to be much cattier than I could ever manage about the subject, meanwhile providing a pretty thorough history of pants length throughout the past couple of centuries. It's a fascinating read, and I was kind of amazed to come across it. For once I didn't feel like a trouserial iconoclast. There are others out there!

I wasn't always shorts averse. In my high school days, regardless of the arena, I garbed myself almost exclusively for the beach. Witness:

(Extra points if you noticed the
Spuds Mackenzie poster in the bg.) 
The dress code at my high school stipulated only that the hem of one's shorts not rise more than six inches above the knee. Eton it was not. Somewhere exists photographic evidence from those days of a pair of Jams unmistakably occupying my person. If you want to see that one, you're on your own.

Then I moved to Rhode Island. Sure, it gets hot in Rhode Island. I definitely wore shorts there on more than one occasion, but when a place gets a foot of snow dropped on it the second week of April, two weeks after my home beach of South Padre Island's monthlong cavalcade of barely clad spring breakers has already vamoosed back to campus, leaving a wake of discarded Bartles and Jaymes 4-pack holders and vomit-filled jacuzzis, you're probably best off keeping those knees hidden from the elements.

I don't know when the shorts forsaking became a personal mandate, but I think it was around the turn of the century. Motivations are open to speculation, but I know mosquitoes contributed to the reasoning. There were doubtless aesthetic considerations as well. I've noticed that rockers rarely sport them (When was the last time you saw a photo of a bare-legged Keith Richards?). Skaters and hardcore punks are a different story. Cargo shorts abound. At some point, I made a semi-conscious transition from the style choices of the latter to those of the former. And there I stayed. (I actually touched on this phenomenon in a piece I wrote a while ago in Tribeza. Here it is, if you're interested):

Sympathy for the Devil Who Wears Prada

Once I stopped, I never really went back. At a certain point age imbues a certain ridiculousness unto a mode of dress essentially designed for children. At least in my case. I still don the short pants for appropriate occasions. For me, that's athletics and swimming. And nothing else. People still try to bring me over to their side. But now I can just forward them this post and know this secret: Last summer, I used a gift card from my mother-in-law to acquire a pair of gray J. Crew lightweight chino club shorts with a 9" inseam that I plan to wear only for vacations or picnicking, mosquitoes be damned. Until then, I'll see you around town in my black jeans and Adidas Superstars, the way God intended.

Old Tribeza Article

I recently ran across this old piece for Tribeza when I was going through some boxes. It was for their Fashion issue from several years back. The assignment was to write a piece about music and fashion, and while I definitely did that, I'm not sure it was exactly the kind of thing they were looking for. But thanks to the unfailing grace of my editor Lauren Smith Ford, they ran it anyway. Hopefully you can make out the text. The always generous Molly O'Halloran was kind enough to scan it from the print issue for me. Enjoy:

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

New piece in Pursuit Magazine

I wrote an article about a new startup called Trustify for Pursuit, a magazine for private investigators. Check it out!

Should We Trust Trustify?

Friday, March 6, 2015

The Return of Draw Egan/Morricone Show

The composer Justin Sherburn hired me to rewrite the title cards to this nearly 100-year-old silent Western. I collaborated with Elizabeth Jackson, and the cards were edited in by Austin Higgins. Justin will be performing Ennio Morricone tunes as a live score with his mini-orchestra/band Montopolis. Check it out this Sunday.
The Return of Draw Egan/Morricone Show