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staff
Greg Brown
production editor, '07-'08
Gregory "Grassy" Brown's name is Grassy. We call him Grassy because he always has grass stains on his knees from playing in the big field with the dogs. Nobody knows where those dogs came from, and nobody knows how they stay alive. But goddamnit, Julie, we’re going to keep those dogs alive with curaga. This is all there is to know about Grassy, except that he has a mean right hook and shouldn't be crossed, else he 'gun get crossed, uhuh, girlfriend. | Tyler Theofilos
co-editor in chief, '05-'08
Tyler Theofilos is a man among most other men, and most likely the funniest man of Musings. He often doesn't eat small children, but only for dinner, which is whenever he's hungry. That's because he doesn't usually follow the rules. His dream is to play music with a band, write a book of poetry, discover the secrets of the universe, and burn money like it's paper. In fact, most of that isn't true. So we think... | John Errico
co-editor in chief, '05-'08
John Errico likes long walks on slow beaches, blue skies on gray backgrounds, and so on. Few people know this, but John is actually a 35 year old, 9 foot tall black man who waits for you in the alley with a lead pipe. Don't tell anyone! John hopes to invent fire, sow pennies and reap quarters, and play the bagpipes on Mars. |
Dan Blech
production editor, '05-'08
Dan Blech's range of expertise ranges far across ranges such as falconry, performance "art," driving ranges, the musical gift of song and, interestingly, only about half of what was just said is true. When Dan isn't the "PRODUCTION EDITOR" of Musings he's doing something else. Who really knows what that is? I don't. Maybe you do. Maybe Dan Blech is a bionic man. I don't know, I've never heard anyone call him that. |
Caio Camargo
production editor, '05-'06
Caio is as rough and tumble as they come. For one, one time he went away to a far away place on a magical journey that ended in disaster but we don't talk about it anymore. Anyways the upshot of the story is that now Caio has this big movie deal and all this shit and I mean really what the hell. However, he does draw pictures of sperm incredibly well. Coincidence? No. Also he eats babies. | Esteban Morin
associate editor, '05-'06
Esteban Morin spits hot Habanero fire like it's ice. But this is probably because he's from New Mexico, the home of nuclear bomb test sites and endless deserts filled with glass such that you're tortured only with the mirror image of your own disfigured, mutated self as you wither away and die. Besides that, Esteban, as a self-proclaimed master of the hands, is thinking of joining Stomp in its Broadway debut. | Michael Drapala
associate editor, '05-'06
Let me tell you about Michael Drapala. Born in a log cabin in New York to a family of 30, Mike, as he's affectionately known, built the train he took to get to Yale, then built his dorm room and all the classrooms. Actually Mike doesn't know much about carpentry. He enjoys standing on top of double basses, singing tunes and writing songs, and looking like everyone else in the world you might have ever seen. He wants to be a doctor and has a profound (undying?) love of pool supplies and maintenance. |  | | | |
