Underneath those brushed-aside locks lies the brain of a true wiseacre, ladies. This dashing lad, trained in audio engineering, helps bring you the soothing sounds of the symphony and the wine-and-cheese bacchanalia that is the Chastain experience.
How'd you get so hot?
Let's skip that one.
Select "Shuffle" on your iPod. What's the first song that comes up?
The Giant Drag, "Everything's Worse."
What's the best way to ask you out?
(Laughs.) Ask my girlfriend first.
Do you have any pet peeves?
People who clap in movies bother me. I can understand at a premiere, but come on.
MySpace or Facebook?
MySpace. Why? There's too much crap on Facebook.
Who would you go gay for?
Ellen DeGeneres. Wait, does that count?
Clowns, funny or scary?
Ahhh, funny and scary.
Hannah Montana – WTF?
It's insane. And the Jonas Brothers, her backing band, sold out their tour in four minutes. It's crazy.
Your karaoke song of choice?
Night Ranger's "Sister Christian."
Do you have any irrational fears?
Aneurysms. I was a hypochondriac about that, and appendicitis. I think someone told me they had an aneurysm, and then I was convinced I would have one. Like when I get a headache, I'm like, "What if?"
Tell us about your first kiss.
At band camp. That was the first kiss that I really enjoyed, at least.
What's the lamest pickup line you've heard?
Anything dealing with mirrors and pants.
What's your guiltiest pleasure?
The band or the act of actually counting birds?
What do you wear to bed?
Boxers or nothing.