Brian Melton

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  As Associate Editor of Denver Magazine, Brian Melton oversees a majority of the editorial that makes its way into each monthly issue. Working closely with freelance writers to craft and develop story ideas, Melton also lends his voice to monthly features showcasing his love of food, entertainment and the people of Denver.

  Prior to his role at Denver Magazine, Melton spent a majority of his time freelance writing for publications throughout the region and slinging drinks on the weekends to finance his obsessive snowboarding habit. A native of Texas, Melton received a degree in English from the University of Texas at Austin and is currently finding his way through a master’s degree at the University of Colorado, Denver.

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  The year was 1992. George H. W. Bush had vomited into the lap of the Prime Minister of Japan. Ross Perot was running for President and the Toronto Blue Jays had won the World Series. My father and I, walking through the food court area at Six Flags in Dallas, Texas, were waiting for my little sister to take her turn on the merry-go-round. We had both purchased an ice-cream cone, mine vanilla with rainbow sprinkles, his chocolate, plain. “What do you want to be when you grow up, Brian,” he asked between licks. “I want to be a writer, Dad,” was my immediate response.

  I’m a lucky, S.O.B, writing this on my 13-inch MacBook in an office on Wynkoop, Street, and although it took a heck of a long time (and a lot of tables waited) I look back on that once-little blonde kid and his dad with pride. I’m not sure he remembers that particular conversation, or the flavor of ice cream, but every month I get a call from him when his issue arrives in the mail. “Did you see that you misspelled Oscar Mayer in your last issue?” No I didn’t Dad, but thank you for reading.

  I’m a foodie at heart. Most of my fondest memories come with a plate of food, a bottle of wine and exquisite company. I cook, well. I like to consider myself a jack of many trades. I’ve been a radio DJ, a telemarketer, a musician, a bartender, a waiter, an office manager, construction worker and a grocery sacker on my way to the editorial world. It’s been a long haul, but somebody had to do it.

  I am also a card-carrying member of the Red Sox nation.