Today is the birthday of invariably the coolest man in the room at any given point, Legs McNeil. If you think you're all punk rock, yet don't know who he is, you should be abjectly ashamed of yourself. And if you haven't read his oral history, "Please Kill Me" (co-compiled by Gillian McCain), you're living a life dimmed by a paucity of excellence. Even if you're not partial to the music and accompanying culture of Punk, it's an incredible and entertaining read. Go get it.
I had the pleasure of working with Legs when I interned at SPIN in -- good lord – 1989. Even though I was a snot-nosed college kid, Legs was always hilarious. Sure, he had his cranky moments (I saw him kick a desk over at one point and he was constantly filling the airspace with high volume expletives), but he was generally an exceptionally nice guy. I accosted him on Avenue A last year and even though he didn't remember me (hey, I was an intern – why would he?), he was happy to stop and chat. Anyway, happy birthday, Legs!
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