Andrew Silverstein is a hungry college student fueled by a blazing inner-cocktail of espresso-laced coffee, brotherly love and an endless loathing of stoplights. The scroll the University of South Florida gives him this upcoming December mentions some shenanigans about being a "journalist" or something. Between me and you though, it’s just a guise to ask a bunch of bearded musicians the secret of sprouting facial hair since he’s still stuck in this weird, depressing phase of pre-pubescent peach fuzz at the ripe age of 22.
Sad facts aside, Andrew comes from a long lineage of various musical endeavors. From the embarrassing years playing tuba in grade school to the even more embarrassing years of playing hardcore metal with a band in high school, to the drunken sing-a-longs he facilitated from the depths of his shoddy apartment, Andrew fancies himself a knower and lover of all things music.*
When he’s not writing, Andrew enjoys observing the multitude of wonderful ideas and exchanges zipping at light speed across the World Wide Web wasting time on the Internet, exercising in front of a mirror and eating too much red meat.
*Excluding Nickelback, Creed, and that string of albums Shaq made in the early '90s.
email: asilvers@mail.usf.edu
This article appears in May 20-26, 2010.