DJ Zebra does Johnny Football Hero Jamz!

Now that my kid brother has graduated high school, my inside man on what teenagers are listening to these days has pulled a Donnie Brasco, and will no doubt spend the rest of his days in fear of reprisal from those he's betrayed.

Okay- maybe not the reprisal thing, but he's out. Done. And being the kind of teenager that's always been more about Lissie Trullie than Lizzy McGuire, I'm very much going to miss his small town/long view cultural incredulousness- the voice that has slowly been choked into suppression since my own eighteenth year.

Once, 10,000 Hz Legend was the only thing that soothed my friend Dave and I into not committing ourselves to a local hospital during a night of prescription DXM, Flash Gordon, and repeated listenings of Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. (I had convinced myself that Dave was in fact Xbalanque, Mayan god of the moon.)

I listened to the fuck out of Air in high school, so much so that when I direct my wry dissection of suburban youth gone corrupt, I'm gonna put them all over the soundtrack like dead girls in a Sofia Coppola movie. I think this works well.

DJ Zebra "Populair" (Nada Surf vs. Air/Mark Ronson)