Actually, that title is misleading, but only because "zombies" doesn’t sound as good paired with "Goldsher."
The truth is, I’m not the only person with my last name. Shocking, I know, especially if you discount my sisters and the rest of my family. Still, as far as Jews go, it’s kind of a rare surname, and I pride myself on being the hippest and weirdest Goldsher out there.
But then, just when I think I’ve got that on lock down, I’m reminded of this guy: Alan Goldsher, author of a bunch of super-cool books about musicians. He’s definitely not related to me (I’ve asked around), and he produced Modest Mouse: A Pretty Good Read, Jam, and Record Haus without seriously threatening me, but now, with his latest, Paul is Undead, I feel like I’ve officially lost the battle.
How can I be the coolest Goldsher when my competition has written a history of The Beatles as zombies? Beyond birthing a unicorn, and riding with it far off into the big rock candy mountains, I’m fairly sure there’s just nothing I can do to trump this dude.
So, Mr. Alan Goldsher, I have one thing to say to you: do you need an assistant?