This is a segment where we look at famous writers and decide whether they missed their calling as the lead singer for an indie band from Austin, TX.
Because a little facial hair, unkempt clothing, and a stern expression goes a long, long way to being a rock star.
Today's budding indie star: Samuel Beckett
Any man with a shock of windswept hair with a skunk's tail streak is channeling his inner indie guitarist vibe straight out of Athens, GA. The peacoat? Seals the deal.
Sure, you see the face of a man incapable of showing any human emotion besides subtle disdain. But you don't get the facial equivalent of a cinnamon bun without smoking three packs-a-day while stressing about absurdist ideas that can be sung without harmony.
Open-mic nights in Cambridge, MA, love music you can't hum.
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