This is not Mr. Lynch, mercifully.
Hiya. My name is Will. I’ve always been somewhat of a music nerd. Between the ages of 12 and 16, my favorite bands were KMFDM and Rammstein, which I consider to be some kind of strange foreshadow to my current obsession with German techno. When I was 18, I worked as music director at my college’s radio station, which introduced me to a cannon of extremely impressive and important music and at the same time made it painfully clear just how dead rock really is. After waffling through a couple years of musical disillusionment, I finally stumbled upon dance music in all its hedonistic glory — first at Coachella festival, then at Daft Punk in NYC, and then finally in Berlin, where it only took one weekend to seal the deal.
Now I’m 22, I’ve just graduated college, and I spend all my free time DJing and learning everything I can about new music. I do a bi-weekly radio show with my girlfriend, and I’m trying to do as much writing as possible. As a rookie techno writer, I’m very appreciative (and very much in need) of feedback, so feel free to let it rip when it comes to commenting on my pieces. I’m very excited to be doing this, and hope I make a solid contribution to such a formidable blog.
And I might as well throw in: My favorite authors are Tolstoy, Philip Roth, William Burroughs and Gunter Grass (although I relate to Bret Easton Ellis characters much more than I’d like to); my favorite director is David Cronenburg; I used to be Hulk Hogan’s neighbor; my uncle blew the whistle on the Enron scandal; and a guy once got my full name tattooed on his arm in act of pointless spontaneity.
Cheers,
Will Lynch
When I was 18, I worked as music director at my college’s radio station, which introduced me to a cannon of extremely impressive and important music and at the same time made it painfully clear just how dead rock really is.
YAY NOT ALL THE KIDS ARE DEAF.
Hi Will.
hi will, i look forward to reading your reviews.
care to elaborate on the tattoo story? wtf?
Basically, I was at a restaurant with this guy and some other friends and he said he would get absolutely anything tattooed on his body so long as someone else paid for it, so I challenged him, saying that if he got my full name down the length of his arm then I would pay for it. I obviously didn’t really think he would do it, but he did, and I paid for it.
At that point I had only known him for a week or so, and now I haven’t seen him in years, although I heard he got fat and is married in Florida. Its very strange for me to think about how many people have seen my name on his arm, but I assume its stranger for him.