Ezra Titus

1966 – 2009

Donald Fagen on Ezra Titus

There are some people who, for whatever reason, are unable to make a complete transition from being a child to being what we like to call an adult. The body gets bigger and taller but, inside, they’re stuck at 8 or 12 or 14. Sometimes, if they’re like Ezra, they grow up to be quite adventurous in ways that boys tend to be: they want to swashbuckle around, join rock n’ roll bands, drink beer, and chase beautiful girls.
But as the years go by and life requires some rapprochment with reality, things can get rough, and they’re just not equipped to make the shift. Swashbuckling ceases to be an option. Late in the game, figuring out what you’re supposed to do in life is hard. The stultified and stultifying adults who usually run things can spot these grown-up children in a millisecond and don’t want anything to do with them. At any rate, Ezra had just about run out of road when his mom, like the U.S Marines, came to the rescue. She wasn’t only a mother. She was a writer and and had long recognized her son’s talent. With Libby’s encouragement, Ezra found a way to use his playful view of the world to describe what he found in the world itself.
And, though Ezra finally ran out of road again, we now have his great stories to go along with the memory of his innocent, laughing face.

 Things you may not have known about Ezra
– he loved all animals
– he had a green thumb
– except for those times when his anxiety got in the way, he was   
  exceptionally kind 
– while taking pre-med courses in his late twenties, he found out he was 
   a mathematics prodigy
– he was in touch with his anger on a very profound level
– like his mom, he was a dead-on mimic, i.e., a verbal charicaturist
– he had developed great speed on the electric guitar
– he looked fantastic in long overcoats
– he was a very excellent and careful driver
– his work was published by Orange Blossom Press in London, Tin House
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