2nd July 12
Watching the new Phil Ochs documentary last week, I was struck by how much I thought he resembled Bryan Ferry from certain angles. Besides the nose, of course.
Funny, because Och’s weary left-wing earnestness has little in common with Ferry’s weary playboy fatuousness, right? Wrong! Watching the documentary, I realized Ochs and Ferry are united in the fact that they both enjoyed posing for photographs in silly costumes with straight faces (see here, here, here and here), in order to make some larger point about the emptiness and moral bankruptcy of modern life in the West.
That, and they both clearly loved Elvis.
And that’s why I’m the greatest cultural commentator of my generation.
