About

June 3, 2916. Well howdy!  My name is Kevin Enochs this is my webpage.

I’m a writer, and have used that skill most successfully as a television journalist.  I’m fairly proud of my work in this regard as I have always had a problem with authority figures. Journalism felt like a way to pursue my natural mistrust of people in power, and I was pretty good at it for a while.

I was at CNN for a long, long time, at National Geographic in the initial years after they moved aggressively into television.  And now I work for the U.S. Government creating news stories that hopefully tell the good, the bad and the ugly about this great country.

I write about science, and music.  I hail from the state of Mississippi and grew up in the great State of Texas. I discovered punk when the Sex Pistols played the Longhorn Ballroom in 1978. It took me a while to reconcile my love of ZZ Top, Yes and the Clash, but music is a love that hath no boundaries. Then later, I fell deep watching Stevie Ray playing at Antones, and sheepishly saying hello to Keith Ferguson (RIP) the bass player from The Fabulous Thunderbirds while we both shopped for vinyl at a now defunct record shop below the Wooten dormitory on Quadalupe Street in Austin, Texas.

I’m a husband and a dad, and a fairly decent guitar player.  I have a dream of creating a mid-life crisis band, but life does find a way to keep me too  busy to chase that dream, at the moment.

I work very hard to be objective in my writing but when you’re chasing science, evolution, and climate change and love punk rock, people tend to assume things.

Ah well.  Enjoy.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s