Marc Spitz assumed that if he lived like his literary and rock and roll heroes he would become a great artist too, though he conveniently overlooked the fact that many of them died young, broke and miserable. In his candid, wistful, gritty, and touching memoir Poseur, the veteran music journalist, playwright, author, and blogger recounts his misspent years as a secretly suburban kid searching for authenticity, dangerous fun and druggy, downtown glory: First during New Yorks last period of true Bohemia, the pregentrification 90s, and finally, as a flamboyant rock writer during the music industrys heady, decadent moments before the bottom fell out for good.
