Ten misconceptions about Collapse Board and Savages. Number one: that we care if they’re manufactured.
It is raining heavily in Utrecht, Netherlands, 1:55 AM, a dark and dreary night filled with feedback and grungy slippery guitar overtones wailing from my imagination into my eardrums. I’ve been listening to Leadbelly, Half Japanese and Nirvana. A few minutes ago I finished your 2005 book on that little band from Olympia or Aberdeen or wherever. A million miles away from me, in any case.
It costs the same as 3 issues of Mojo, or 6 weeks’ worth of NME’s, and it’s a dozen times more likely to change your life.
There’s a whole hidden musical village here that you know nothing about.
We watched 1991: The Year Punk Broke on videotape. The boys asked me to sing, I never did. I preferred staying hidden behind my instrument with my short dresses.
The nastiness, the blackness and bleakness, is a lot of the attraction.
Perhaps The Go-Betweens are planning on reforming, with Everett filling the role of Grant McLennan?
Liking most of these more wouldn’t half of made my life easier, at various stages. Would it have been too much of a compromise to make? Apparently so.
Maybe if I hadn’t been such a dull-jawed slack-witted alcoholic retard…
Freedom of speech, public debate, and to then be “stable” golf writers, copy, but as long as any 1 card reader complies with lively analog temerity to take a drive, and competent writing the column, and is a common disease, schizophrenia, I call the right locations. Damn green iguana.
That In Utero memo Google-translated into Haitian Creole, Russian, Welsh, Esperanto, Icelandic and back again into English
Make more sense now?
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To sum up. I think this memo is probably a spoof. A very cleverly worded and artful spoof for sure… but still a spoof.
People not only like to read the same story over and over again, they demand it. Our job is to retell the story, to reinforce the legends, to emphasise the inflexibility of the narrative.
“Do you know how I know if a record of mine’s going to be a hit?” asked the label head rhetorically. “If Everett True is throwing up in my bathroom at the Rhiga at 3 a.m. during CMJ, it’s going to be a hit.”
Week 2 of my lectures in Creative Performer 2 at QUT. Persuasion, propaganda, attempt to change the status quo. And that’s just my teaching style.
What would Craig Montgomery say?
Time to bring in Kate Kardashian’s tits
You are all aware the song was originally called ‘Heart-Shaped Coffin’, right?
Thought I’d upload a couple of songs onto YouTube.
Dude. This is fucking nice. Brief, brutal and heavy as shit.
Pull up a chair, there won’t be a warmer sound for years.
In the Sex Pistols’ day, this was called flogging a dead horse.