David Medsker used to be Á¢€Å“with it.Á¢€ But then they changed what Á¢€Å“itÁ¢€ was. Now what heÁ¢€â„¢s Á¢€Å“withÁ¢€ isnÁ¢€â„¢t Á¢€Å“it,Á¢€ and whatÁ¢€â„¢s Á¢€Å“itÁ¢€ seems weird and scary to him. Ironically, it was around the moment when he had completely lost touch with all things hip and cool that he landed a job as Senior Editor for the online menÁ¢€â„¢s magazine Bullz-Eye.com. Luckily, his employers have yet to find out about his dirty secret, as heÁ¢€â„¢s too busy blasting the New Pornographers in an attempt to throw them off the scent. When theyÁ¢€â„¢re not around, though, heÁ¢€â„¢s most likely listening to Al Stewart or Paul Davis.
Before securing full-time employment as a writer, David worked as a white-collar stiff for various investment advisers and transfer agents in the Chicago and Boston area by day, writing about music and movies for Bullz-Eye, PopMatters, Chicago newspaper RedEye, and his own, now-defunct website Dizzy Heights at night. He adores his wife, Deb, and hopes that his son, Garrett, continues to look absolutely nothing like him.