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The audacity of Low: What does a band ‘owe’ us when we pay to see them perform? -
Low rules and always have.
Being in a band is great. You can allow yourself the kind of latitude you need to be as self-sufficient as you want. You can do things that can be fun, or even fascinating/alleviating to yourself. You can also respond to the atmosphere and the feeling of what is going on around you at any given moment. On the other hand you can choose to live like a pig and avoid any heavy lifting but with that comes a cost much higher than creating your own world.
I expect fuck nothing of any band I go see. If I go see a band and they don’t play their “Wooly Bully” but still play what best suits them at that time, the entire experience to me is still a revelation—Good or Bad, there is still a story in there.
The first time I saw Low? HATED it. Broadcast and Ida had opened for them, and by that time I was emotionally drained. Couple that with the shushing from smug Manhattan-ites and college radio yutzes and yeah, y’all can eat it. Now while I hated it, I still had stories.
Low is a great band. They’re a very complex band—they create beautiful sounds, they can be quite crafty too but that often gets overshadowed by “haunting” moments.
Give me a choice: give me the fake book, by the numbers, “outdoor show” motions, OR give me an inspired, artistic statement completely driven by atmosphere and heart. Guess which one will stick in my brain longer.
-Union Members From Queens
-Scottish (Glasgow. Drunk. Subtitles)
-Philly/Baltimore (tie-female identified characters only)
-Californian children of celebrities
-French Canadian Hicks
-Beyonne, NJ blue collar slobs
-Southeast Beauty Queens
-Rich Oilmen From Texas
-Richard Pryor’s Wino character
Finally Finally FINALLY finished the multi-tracks for the second Fake Limbs album today.
Today consisted of putting down the last vocal track on Kill The Mouth (I tried to do it three days ago, but my voice was too roached to hit it) but we decided at the last minute to have JSS and (BLVD label boss) Geils join Bryan and I on the gang-vocals. Then we left JSS & Geils in to throw in two hollers on “Nosebleed At The Oxbow.”
There’s a bone of contention in the BronxWitchery home re: Kill The Mouth, given that JSS and I apparently wrote THE EXACT. SAME. SONG. But whatever, Split Feet will have the demo out before this gets out, so we’ll look like the copycats. Parallel thought process under one roof.
From there, our tracking engineer JSP and I put together a noise intro that will only be on the LP…maybe. Not sure. We hope. But it felt like we needed some ridiculous thing to creep the album in before blasting the the motherfucker off.
While all of this was happening, the GUY WHO LET US DO IT raked in $40K off some octogenarians in Las Vegas. Exciting stuff.
I’ll level with you: this was an exhausting run of time for me, and at moments quite stressful. I’m really happy it’s done, but I never want to do it this way again. There were several times that I felt like walking away from the whole thing, but we persevered and finished the hard part. Now onto mixing and mastering. The whole thing will be out in November.
Feels good. Jonathan San Paolo is a fucking ace engineer and the sweetest person in the whole goddamn world. I owe him a house at this point.
A lot of the time when you tell someone that you’re bisexual, they ask for your credentials. They ask how many men have you dated? How many women have you dated? Which one do you prefer? Which one have you had more sex with? These are incredibly personal questions that you wouldn’t ask a straight or gay person, but bisexuality has “less validity” so we get asked all these stupid, intimate questions. And if you don’t want to answer then someone will make assumptions about you but if you do answer, and the fact is out of the three people you fucked two of them are one gender and one of them is the other then people will decide whether you are gay or straight, they’ll make the decision for you. —
Bisexual Credentials-(via rainbowbreathingbisexual)
Oh, man. While it’s hard to choose between what I’ve come to think of as Bi 20 Questions (you’re not bi without them! Or with them! Or at all; you’re not bi. Don’t you get it?), I think my favorite is one that isn’t mentioned here. I’ve gotten it in a number of different variations: “But what if you end up with a man, won’t you be straight?” and “But what if you end up with a woman, won’t you be a lesbian?” and, of course, the one get really gets to the heart of it, “But what happens when you settle down with someone and really decide?” (For those of you playing along at home, the correct answer to this line of questioning is, “Were you less [your sexuality] when you were a virgin? What about when you were single? No? You weren’t? Fantastic; shut up.”)
The thing is, I’m always so confused about what the goal is with this shit, and I feel like this question — the “But what happens when you end up with someone for a long time??” question — really gets to the heart of why. Because man oh man, I have been asked this question by straight folk and gay folk, peers and superiors, people I’m dating, even a boss one time, and every last one of them has done it the same way: like they’re the Encyclopedia fucking Brown of my sexuality. Like they’ve just uncovered the fatal flaw in my plan to Dupe Good Citizens Into Believing I Like Fucking Dudes & Ladies. Half the time I expect them to point and yell “Aha!” maybe while jumping out of a bush or something for effect.
Like. What is the theory here, folks who do this? Are you just so uncomfortable with the idea of bisexuality that you have to believe it’s all a scheme? Are you so self-obsessed that the thought of me lying about my sexual orientation for the sole purpose of ~pulling the wool over your eyes~ makes more sense to you than that thought that it’s, I don’t know, actually the way I swing? Are you waiting for me to pull off my mask and reveal the monosexual person underneath while yelling, “I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for those meddling assholes?” Whatever it is, kindly let it the fuck go, will you? Find some other mystery to chase, because I promise you, The Case of Who I Like to Fuck has been solved for a loooong time.
All of this, yes.
Funny, J and I had this exact conversation last night on our walk home.
I would argue, however, that gay people are in fact asked the same questions, particularly lesbians because women’s sexuality is always up for debate in society. Lesbians are most definitely questioned as to how many women they’ve actually slept with, the insinuation being that maybe they’re not a “real” lesbian. This comes from both outside and inside the LGBT community. And straight people love to insist that maybe “you just haven’t met the right man yet.”(via southernish)
I would not argue with that at all but I won’t speak for J on this either.