Hello, I’m Chris.
Born in Topeka, Kansas but taught to fear Jesus in the mighty Northern Virginia suburbs, I quit the East Coast after college for an extended stay in the placid surfer’s paradise of Ventura, CA, where I wrote for an alt-weekly. After earning a screenwriting degree from UCLA, I worked for a magician for a while, but was eventually seduced back east by the District’s pedestrian-accessible charms.
Nowadays, I write about pop music (and sometimes other things) for The Washington Post, and about Other Things (and sometimes pop music) for DCist. I also write about theater and other things for the Washington City Paper. I teach a little boxing on the side. Orson Welles is my hero. Loves: running, comic books, thunderstorms, old time radio drama, live drums. Hates: treadmills, reality TV, Auto-Tune.
Read this flattering review of my life by ace TBD editor Andrew Beaujon!
I was a 2009 NEA Institute Fellow, and in esteemed company as such.
