PAPER Magazine, Part Deux

“And, lo, the rightness of my verdict revealed itself to me….”

Ohhhhh, everything is making so much sense now. After I griped about PAPER being for arty trust funders, I glanced again at that issue of PAPER and, lo, the rightness of my verdict revealed itself to me: the subscriber isn’t Erica, the subscriber is in fact my former roommate of three years, Max Tepper, who is…yes…AN ARTY TRUST FUNDER.

Well, okay, not exactly a trust funder per se. But let’s examine the evidence:

His father was a popular songwriter in the 80′s. Mother is friends with Bianca Jagger. Both Max and his brother, Julian, attended a tony UES private school. Granted, his share of the rent in our apartment was dirt cheap, but he worked part-time jobs very sporadically and could still afford to tour with his (now defunct) band.

A funny coincidence (please don’t freaking call it “ironic” because it’s goddamn not) is that before I moved into the apartment, there were a few contenders for my room including Mattie Safer and Devendra Banhart, but Max said he couldn’t possibly live with another musician. And who’s on the cover of that revelatory issue of PAPER? Aw yeah, Devendra Banhart.

On an only obliquely related note, while viewing the genius movie Superbad with Chris, during the scene where Seth gets period blood on his leg I noted that the music playing was by The Rapture, whereupon Chris insisted that it was Public Image LtdIt was totally The Rapture. Face, Chris, FACE!

[Now whether or not The Rapture is copping P.I.L.'s sound is another story.]

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