Bought a pair of glasses at Sol Moscot.
I dig ‘em. Big round and groovy. Good glasses are like eye makeup. I have little tiny faux-Asian eyes, I like how specs accentuate them.
I was a non-specs guy when Soul Coughing was just playing clubs, and then I got this pair I liked, and by the time we were taking photos for the CD jacket, I was wearing them constantly. Mistake. When the record came out, every other word you read was geek, geek, geek, nerd, geek.
I guess the sexy geek paradigm is big with some, but the word chafes me.
More so than my other categorical bete noire, “beat poet.”