3.29.2008
NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC TRAVELER
Grab an April 08 Traveler for two things: one, a killer story about NYC, and two, my first story with them. It's about an small town homemade radio show in Mississippi. The "Long Weekend" section. First five words: "Once upon a Mississippi moon."
Anyone reading this, feel free to drop me a line via the CONTACT button to your left on the taylorbrucestory dot com homepage.
3.17.2008
Grab an April 08 Traveler for two things: one, a killer story about NYC, and two, my first story with them. It's about an small town homemade radio show in Mississippi. The "Long Weekend" section. First five words: "Once upon a Mississippi moon."
Anyone reading this, feel free to drop me a line via the CONTACT button to your left on the taylorbrucestory dot com homepage.
posted by Joe at
19:02
PASTE: Belfast
Started some writing for PASTE, the coolest culture magazine ever to be published in Decatur, Georgia - hands down. Turns out, people in San Fran, Brooklyn, and Houston dig it too. It wins the mag-o-year Plug award, indie-media's Oscars, like Hilary Swank. Anyways, I wrote two stories in April's issue (not the Michael Jackson sequine glove cover). One is a short essay on an old book. The other gives an inside look into the Belfast music scene, something, surprisingly, I actually know about. I love that city. A preview of the Five Things piece:
****Best Hollywood DJ who spins at a dockside divebar: You know his licks from the Soderbergh films (those caperific Ocean’s soundtracks are his) but locals in the know find David Holmes on one-in-four Friday nights at the Lifeboat Bar near Lagan Weir. It’s a bar’s kind of bar, pleasantly dingy, genuinely-haphazard, full of red heads. They might even be mean to you. But a Holmes’ surprise spin of the Supremes will gladden your heart.**** (The wording likely changed when going through the meat-grinder of editing. This is the realthing.)
Also, check out the best musician from Belfast NOT mentioned in this list in May's issue (cover: ben Gibbard from Death Cab.) More to come.
Started some writing for PASTE, the coolest culture magazine ever to be published in Decatur, Georgia - hands down. Turns out, people in San Fran, Brooklyn, and Houston dig it too. It wins the mag-o-year Plug award, indie-media's Oscars, like Hilary Swank. Anyways, I wrote two stories in April's issue (not the Michael Jackson sequine glove cover). One is a short essay on an old book. The other gives an inside look into the Belfast music scene, something, surprisingly, I actually know about. I love that city. A preview of the Five Things piece:
****Best Hollywood DJ who spins at a dockside divebar: You know his licks from the Soderbergh films (those caperific Ocean’s soundtracks are his) but locals in the know find David Holmes on one-in-four Friday nights at the Lifeboat Bar near Lagan Weir. It’s a bar’s kind of bar, pleasantly dingy, genuinely-haphazard, full of red heads. They might even be mean to you. But a Holmes’ surprise spin of the Supremes will gladden your heart.**** (The wording likely changed when going through the meat-grinder of editing. This is the realthing.)
Also, check out the best musician from Belfast NOT mentioned in this list in May's issue (cover: ben Gibbard from Death Cab.) More to come.
posted by Joe at
08:31
PASTE: Book Review
Check out the "Dusted Off" book review in April's Paste Magazine. I wrote a personal account of reading a 1960's bullfighter biography called OR I'LL DRESS YOU IN MOURNING - perhaps the greatest title of this half century - while on a month-long stay in Madrid. Here's the lede to tip the scales on buying the issue (Come on, free cd with the mag).
The closest I came to a bullfight during my month in Spain was a
book, the 1968 nonfiction work Or I'll Dress You in Mourning by Larry
Collins and Dominique Lapierre. Those two Sundays, the Plaza del Toros
advertised corridas, but something else won my time. I was alone in
Madrid, a single American man, a single American man who'd grown up on
a cattle farm in fact, but the closest I came to the aficionados and
the shiny 25-pound suits of light and the five-euro cheap seats in the
sun was a beat-up biography of a torero named El Cordobes. I still feel somewhat guilty about this oversight. It feels faux pas. What would Hemingway say?
Check out the "Dusted Off" book review in April's Paste Magazine. I wrote a personal account of reading a 1960's bullfighter biography called OR I'LL DRESS YOU IN MOURNING - perhaps the greatest title of this half century - while on a month-long stay in Madrid. Here's the lede to tip the scales on buying the issue (Come on, free cd with the mag).
The closest I came to a bullfight during my month in Spain was a
book, the 1968 nonfiction work Or I'll Dress You in Mourning by Larry
Collins and Dominique Lapierre. Those two Sundays, the Plaza del Toros
advertised corridas, but something else won my time. I was alone in
Madrid, a single American man, a single American man who'd grown up on
a cattle farm in fact, but the closest I came to the aficionados and
the shiny 25-pound suits of light and the five-euro cheap seats in the
sun was a beat-up biography of a torero named El Cordobes. I still feel somewhat guilty about this oversight. It feels faux pas. What would Hemingway say?
posted by Joe at
08:17
