The lives and work of both Hunter and Bill went through a lengthy and twisted progression. The difference in their crafts reflects the difference in their paths. Hunter’s last work was online sportswriting, but was more about friendship, politics, and gambling than it was about the dry world of pro sport. Bill has become a universally loved folk hero, who is content to make crafty movies sparingly, farm avocados, and has forgone an agent, preferring a 1-800 number where would be collaborators pitch him projects via voicemail.
One got sick and blew his brains out, in a world where good journalism is easy to access, but hard to find.
The other lives as deified borderline recluse in a time when the world wants nothing more than to glorify or vilify stars of his credibility and magnitude.
This photo shows Hunter in charge and Bill loving every minute of it. Hunter died in charge. As sadness pervades more of his characters, Bill seems to love what he shows us of his life. This is how I want to remember them both.
One of my top sixpack of Dj duos (The Rub, Co-op & Hunnicutt, Caps & Jones, Devlin & Darko and Certified Bananas all tie them for “Choonst” place, while the rare Ayres x Catchdubs link screens out of competition), have remixed my favourite song of last year. It was a herculean task to deign to improve WINWIN’s singular classic Landloper, but Mike and Pete from the Cowpile did increase the chances that I’ll get to sing along to Landloper from the middle of a festival tent, discoteque floor, or subterranean rave cave. Thumbs up. See you in airhorns.