We had some really nice things to say about Feist, but we wouldn't want to be accused of blowing anymore sunshine up her ass, so let's jump right in.So this is one of those "funny" columns where I ask you snarky questions to prove how indifferent I am or something. But for some reason I was reluctant to give you a hard time. Do I have the wrong idea about your sense of humor?
Did you think I wouldn't be able to take it? What gives you the impression I can't defend myself and dish out snarks with the best of them? Or are you saying you just didn't want to open the gates and welcome my e-wrath?
Ok fine, I suppose I wouldn't be professional if I didn't try...You're a pretty big get for a little old alt-weekly like us. Did your publicist blow it on this one?
It appears so! Hehehehehe. (Kidding of course)
At every level of the music business, from local, to touring indie, to national and international, you've probably encountered all manner of a-holes you previously never even imagine existed. What's the worst kind for you?
The Fill-Up-Space-With-Unnecessary-Compliments-Wind-Bag Type. With my pals we have an expression: "Having sunshine blown up your ass." Sorry, I guess I should say "butt." It's about when someone is lathering you up in compliments because they think it's a catch-all way to communicate to you. As if the musician is relating to the world through a prism of their own ego. It makes me cringe.
I know it's been a while, but man, your cover of Inside and Out might be the only time anyone's ever improved on the Bee Gees. How the hell did you do that?
See above answer. (sorry, I had to)
Seems to me you're in this sort of weird position where both the indie kids who read our paper and their moms think you're the shit. Do you feel more drawn to either side of this artificial divide I just made up on the spot?
I was always polite to the moms. You gotta be polite to the moms. And now that half my friends have had kids I'm starting to realize moms are just kids who had kids.
But there must be certain, I don't know, "human" things you miss when you're performing as a "star" on, like, the Grammys and in bigger auditoriums from the days of playing clubs like the Middle East here in Boston or whatever. But I'm sure the pluses are pretty big, right?
Playing the Grammies had nothing to do with music, is what I've decided upon reflection. Actually, I think the larger the "stage" the less potent the reality of what you're doing. Nothing can be defined by a 2 minute 25 second slice of extreme pressure. I'd rather sweat on 100 people at the Middle East than try to stick a bookmark in 50 million peoples' attention span any day.
Weekly Dig
See above answer. (sorry, I had to)
Seems to me you're in this sort of weird position where both the indie kids who read our paper and their moms think you're the shit. Do you feel more drawn to either side of this artificial divide I just made up on the spot?
I was always polite to the moms. You gotta be polite to the moms. And now that half my friends have had kids I'm starting to realize moms are just kids who had kids.
But there must be certain, I don't know, "human" things you miss when you're performing as a "star" on, like, the Grammys and in bigger auditoriums from the days of playing clubs like the Middle East here in Boston or whatever. But I'm sure the pluses are pretty big, right?
Playing the Grammies had nothing to do with music, is what I've decided upon reflection. Actually, I think the larger the "stage" the less potent the reality of what you're doing. Nothing can be defined by a 2 minute 25 second slice of extreme pressure. I'd rather sweat on 100 people at the Middle East than try to stick a bookmark in 50 million peoples' attention span any day.
Weekly Dig
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