Writing feature stories: I’ve done it before, though perhaps not very well. But now I’m starting to look more seriously at the process. It begins with this article, which won the Pulitzer for feature writing in 2008.
Written by Gene Weingarten of the Washington Post, it follows Scott Bell,
a heartthrob. Tall and handsome, he’s got a Donny Osmond-like dose of the cutes, and, onstage, cute elides into hott. When he performs, he is usually the only man under the lights who is not in white tie and tails — he walks out to a standing O, looking like Zorro, in black pants and an untucked black dress shirt, shirttail dangling. That cute Beatles-style mop top is also a strategic asset: Because his technique is full of body — athletic and passionate — he’s almost dancing with the instrument, and his hair flies.
Normally–let’s be honest–I wouldn’t blog about something I have to read for class. But this isn’t a chore, by any means. It’s about music, and music in the subways, and subways in the morning, and people and lifestyles and moments. And how horrible we are at appreciating them.
In short, it’s got chops.
