Hello. I’m Gavin Edwards, a writer and photographer living in Los Angeles. You might know me from my work for magazines (Rolling Stone, Details, Wired, lots of other places), from my ’Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy and Other Misheard Lyrics series of books, or from my long-running career as a freelance know-it-all.

Apolo Mission

Eight years ago, right after the Salt Lake City Olympics, I interviewed short-track speed skater Apolo Ohno, providing some text to go along with a fashion spread. He was a friendly guy, showing off his medals to everyone at the Rolling Stone photo shoot–and the teeth mark from where he bit the gold medal to confirm that it was actually gold. Since then, Ohno’s brought his total number of medals up to six (earning another silver just last week)–and he won Dancing With the Stars.

A short excerpt from our conversation:

Where do you live now?

I live in the Olympic Training Center in Colorado Springs. It’s rent free, and they’ve got free food in the cafeteria. Everything we need. It’s like, dorm rooms. They’re nice rooms, but I could use some more space.

How did you decorate your room?

I’ve got a poster of Muhammad Ali, a poster of Crazy Horse of the Nez Perce tribe, and some meditation posters. And posters of lions–that’s my animal. I love big cats. We have a cat at home.

What kind?

A tabby.

Would you want your own tiger?

That’d be awesome. Let him have his own forest out back.

What’s always in your fridge?

Strawberry Quik. In the summer, me and all my friends go out for long bike rides. Everybody else takes water, but I bring two bottles of Strawberry Quik. It heats up in the sun, and it gets nasty. I always end up having to borrow somebody’s water bottle.

Do you remember your dreams?

Yeah. Recently, I dreamed that I was racing–but I was really, really, really old. So I was in my bed, skating around the rink. There was a whole bunch of us, we were all in beds, and we were constantly racing–but nobody ever won. I woke up and thought, What the hell?

(About half of the previous was published as part of “Apolo in Flight,” in issue 893 of Rolling Stone (April 11, 2002).)

posted 16 February 2010 in Articles. no comments yet

Friday Foto: On the Wall

Another picture atop the surprisingly battered Great Wall of China:

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posted 12 February 2010 in Photos. no comments yet

Son of Sam I Am

Another excerpt from the Andy Warhol Diaries:

Saturday, July 16, 1977

Son of Sam is still out on the loose, and that’s an old-style crime–notes to the police, an M.O., killer on the loose, all that. People seem sort of happy to see a pattern. Son of Sam is nostalgia, almost.

posted 10 February 2010 in Excerpts. no comments yet

God of Thunder

Gene Simmons has always been one of rock’s leading pitchmen: during the Super Bowl yesterday, he just happened to be pushing Dr. Pepper instead of a variety of Kiss-related merchandise. I was reminded of a “Rites of Passage” back-page interview I did with him for Details back in 1998, where he displayed his intelligence and his ego:

When I look in the mirror, I see a powerful and attractive man. Nobody else sees it, but I don’t give a shit. Fuck being humble! God, I love how this reads. I wish I could read it right away.

Simmons has had an interesting life: grew up in Israel, used to work at Vogue. I just added the interview to the archives; you can read it here.

posted 8 February 2010 in Archives, Articles. no comments yet

Friday Foto: Flipwalk #47

I’ve been working on the flipwalk project for almost six years now. The first time I left my house with a coin and a camera was back in July 2004: I walked for an hour, then stopped and took pictures of where I had ended up. I wasn’t sure what I had started, but it ended up being very important to me, even after I left downtown Manhattan for the other side of the country.

After fifteen months of photographs and fifty months of assembling the results, I’ve reached the penultimate flipwalk. When I was doing the walks, I tried not to look at my watch as the hour ran out, wanting to be surprised by the timer, not disappointed by having passed something that seemed particularly visual five minutes earlier. Now that the whole thing’s almost over, I’m trying not to look at my watch again.

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That’s a teaser image, of course. For the complete picture, and the story of how I got there, click here.

posted 5 February 2010 in Photos. no comments yet

1988 Countdown #59: Huey Lewis and the News, “Perfect World”

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A jaunty beat, a bunch of white guys on a peach-colored rooftop, and a closeup on a pair of zebra-print shoes: why, it’s Huey Lewis and the News! Huey Lewis was still having hits in 1988? Apparently so–and this wasn’t even his last top-forty single. Unlike countdown last-gaspers Pat Benatar and Kenny Loggins, he had four more hits, extending all the way through 1993.

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After the footwear closeup, we get some establishing shots of the band before turning our attention to Lewis. He’s got a jacket, a white shirt with oversized clasps, and a chin that looks like the child-size portion of Jay Leno’s. At age 38, his hairline’s starting to recede, but he’s marching in place like he owns that rooftop. With a triumphant fist pump, Lewis struts up to the microphone stand and sings, “Everybody’s looking for that perfect world.”

This song’s relentless mediocrity sent me back to the News’ greatest hits, to see if they were any better. (I listen so you don’t have to.) I liked Sports when I was a kid, and it’s better than “Perfect World,” but none of it holds up very well. The songwriting was the group’s strongest suit: at their best, they delivered catchy, well-crafted pop-rock songs. Lewis was a generic vocalist prone to husky shouting. The News were an okay bar band, and some of them get rock ‘n’ roll merit badges for playing on Elvis Costello’s My Aim Is True. As far as I can tell, Huey Lewis and the News got over on regular-guy bonhomie.

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“What you going to do when one and one makes three?” Lewis sings. He sells the hell out of this not-very-good lyric, flashing up one finger and then three, and looking alarmed by what he finds on his right hand. It’s genuinely amusing; Lewis wasn’t a very talented lead singer, but he did a good job as frontman, and his shrugging and mugging played well on MTV.

Lots of shots of the News–there’s five of them plus Lewis, all looking like middle management, or maybe grocery-store-owners. In the background, we can see rolling green hills, probably in the vicinity of the Bay Area. Lewis waggles his finger at the camera and then changes into a black polka-dot shirt, now appearing in the foreground so he can do some more finger-waggling. We cut to a sideways shot of Lewis and the two guitarists, stepping back and forth from their microphones–the angle that was pure accidental poetry for the final minute of “Found a Job” in Stop Making Sense. Here it’s more forced, an effort to do a white-man soul revue.

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At this point, a full minute and twenty seconds into the video, the MTV “Top 100 of 1988″ logo appears in the upper left-hand corner, along with the #59 placement. This is supposed to appear at the same time as the credits block in the lower left-hand corner; i.e., about five to ten seconds after the clip starts. Somebody in MTV production (a) was asleep at the switch (b) couldn’t be bothered to roll the tape again to fix it.

A stray piece of newspaper flies across the set and onto the bassist. He heroically plays on. The keyboardist is rocking some crazy fringe on a black leather shirt. Lewis waggles his finger again! This time he’s looking into the camera as he sings “They’ll talk about you.” I would rank Lewis as #2 on the list of lead singers most reliant on hand gestures, behind only Cy Curnin of the Fixx, who always looked like he’d rather be doing a puppet show.

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More newspaper flies onto the set, this time landing on Lewis. Now he goes up to the lip of the “roof,” and we get an over-the-shoulder camera angle, revealing that he is actually singing to a vast garbage dump. Let’s give the band the benefit of the doubt and assume this wasn’t meant to be an expression of contempt for their fans. It’s a carefully groomed dump–lots of trash, but nothing too specific or unappetizing. Ah, a simpler time, when environmental concerns were more focused on waste disposal than global warming.

More trash flies at the band, and I wish we could see the production assistant who’s dropping the flotsam in front of a giant fan. Lewis ducks and gamely pretends to be surprised. We rotate through more shots of the band; this time around, there’s always a sea of trash in the frame. Lewis throws his microphone from one hand to the other and spins on his heel.

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A bulldozer plows through the trash. A band member (a New?) has switched to trumpet: actually, he’s playing two trumpets at the same time, and has four saxophones slung around his body. The lead guitarist grimaces as he plays the solo. The camera pulls back, revealing that the garbage is now dwarfing the “roof” that rests on top of it. The band sings merrily on top of a pile of trash, and then rides the bulldozer into the sunset, waving at the camera.

“Perfect World” went all the way to #3 on the Billboard charts. You can watch the video here.

posted 4 February 2010 in 1988. 4 comments

The Tomato Flies Again

rsshaunwhite.jpgSnowboarder Shaun White continues to kick ass, having just won a gold medal at the X Games on superpipe, and is considered a leading contender at the Winter Olympics later this month in Vancouver. So it seemed like an opportune moment to remind you of this Rolling Stone cover story in my archives–I got the assignment on a Monday evening, reported it on Tuesday night and Wednesday morning, wrote it on Wednesday, handed it in on Thursday, and read the galleys on Friday as the magazine went to press and I headed out of town for the weekend. A good week’s work.

posted 1 February 2010 in Archives, Articles. no comments yet

Friday Foto: Flipwalk #46

The flipwalk project is almost over: just (spoiler alert!) two more walks in Lower Manhattan after this one.

The forty-sixth walk took place on Independence Day of 2005; I believe I had some time to kill before I went uptown to watch the fireworks from a friend’s father’s river-view apartment. I have no idea why I didn’t go to the free Yo La Tengo show in my neighborhood.

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As usual, that’s just a teaser image; for the complete photo (plus the story of how I got there), click here.

posted 29 January 2010 in Photos. no comments yet

White Lines

Another excerpt from the Andy Warhol Diaries. They must have been watching a videotape:

Monday, August 22, 1977

When we got there, everyone was already watching the Wimbledon match between Bjorn Borg and Vitas Gerulaitis. Those last two weren’t there yet, they were having dinner together. The match went on for three hours, and somewhere in there Vitas came in with a girlfriend but Bjorn had gone home from dinner. The joke is always that Bjorn sleeps for four hours then plays tennis for two, and that Vitas plays tennis for two hours then discotheques for four…. There was a lot to drink, no cocaine. Everyone teased Gerulaitis that he was wearing his gold coke-cutter razorblade around his neck in the match. He’s in training now, he left early and only ate a plum.

posted 28 January 2010 in Excerpts. no comments yet

The Wall

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Before I traversed eleven time zones to reach China, I didn’t know much about the Great Wall. I had seen it meandering over most of northern China on just about every world map ever, so I knew it was large (and Chinese, I suppose). I knew that contrary to general opinion, you can’t see it from the moon (you can see it from a low earth orbit, but you can see lots of man-made things from there). And I had seen a photo of Richard Nixon standing on the Wall–the way I heard the story, when he paid his ceremonial visit, he made the keen observation, “This is, indeed, a great wall.”

In that Nixon picture, he was standing with a clot of dignitaries on the Wall. It looked wide enough to race Volkwagens on, and smooth enough that you wouldn’t wreck their suspensions. So when my wife and I planned a trip to China back in 2005, I thought hiking the Wall for three days would be a relaxing way to see the countryside. I was used to walking around New York City, and this seemed like it would be much the same: a historic sidewalk, albeit one that stretched for hundreds of miles. I convinced Men’s Journal to pay for an article on the adventure. (I then used frequent-flier miles for the trip, so I think our vacation turned a profit–which is why people get into travel writing, I suppose.)

The piece never ran; after I returned, Men’s Journal had its annual change of staff and direction, and the new editor-in-chief wasn’t keen on the idea. But you can read the article (and learn how the actual Wall comported with my expectations) here. The photo above is me standing on the Great Wall at dawn.

posted 25 January 2010 in Archives, Articles, Unpublished. no comments yet