D.B. Gurevich is an author, humorist, and sit-down stand-up — a practitioner of the art of remaining very still while the comedy comes to him, which it does, because he has arranged his life in proximity to things that are funny if you look at them long enough, and he has been looking for a very long time.
He is a generalist by nature and a beer ally by way of infinitesimally deliberate, somewhat excessive application of effort. He is not a beer man. He wants to be clear about this. The beer men know who they are. He arrived at craft culture through meticulous research, impeccable friends, and the specific gravitational pull that serious subjects exert on people who were told, at some point, that it wasn't serious. He stayed. He took notes. He bought a round.
He is a meticulous researcher and a champion of the underdog. A man whose expertise lies at the bleeding edge of generalism — who never met a paradox he didn't want to buy a drink for, and who has never bought a drink for a paradox that didn't pay him back in full. He knows a lot about a little and a little about a lot, and has made a second career out of finding the philosophical depth in things that other people walk past on their way to something more important.
He grew up in New York City, which explains the voice. He lives in Southern California, which explains nothing and requires no further comment. He has already sought professional help, thank you very much. His household includes Chester — a dog of considerable patience and professional-grade supervision instincts — and the Brigadier General, a cat whose bearing, tactical awareness, and capacity for slow-blink judgment suggest a military career in a previous life or possibly this one. Both are based on real animals, rendered here in the amber light of affectionate embellishment, which is the correct way to render anything that matters.
D.B. Gurevich IS:
• A committed outsider who did the homework anyway, then did more homework, then called someone who knew more and asked better questions
• The reader in the room — the civilian who showed up, stayed late, and left knowing things
• A New Yorker living in California, which is not a contradiction so much as a continuing negotiation
• Someone who takes beer seriously without taking himself seriously, which is the correct order of priorities and the one most people get backwards
• A writer who trusts the reader to keep up — and respects them enough not to explain the joke, footnote the reference, or apologize for either
• Old enough to have earned the opinions. Still surprised enough to mean them.
• An ally — which requires more intention than expertise, and in his experience, lasts considerably longer
D.B. Gurevich IS NOT:
• A beer man. He has said this. He means it.
• A certified anything, though he has strong opinions about certification
• Someone who would identify a specific off-flavor in a blind tasting — but who knows three people who would, has their numbers, and buys them beer in exchange for knowledge, which is the oldest economy there is
• Nostalgic for a simpler time in beer, because the simpler time in beer was terrible and the beer proved it
• A stand-up comedian. He sits down. The comedy is ambient.
• A Southern Californian, technically, though the weather has made certain arguments he is still evaluating
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