June 27, 2005

Please sir, can I have some more Grohl?

I just noticed that my interview with Dave Grohl has found a home on a couple of blogs, with this one especially taking him to task for supporting John Kerry. I'm sort of surprised that this is a revelation to some folks since he campaigned for the guy, but whatever. I'd like to stress that I have no interest other than the journalistic variety in whichever way Dave Grohl voted. In fact, a few of my higher-ups at Spin didn't want me to use this part of the interview because they considered the election old news, but the morning of the interview, there was a squib in the Washington Post's gossip column saying Grohl had dedicated the album to Kerry, and I felt like I had to ask about it. And the quotes were good.

Anyway, because of space constraints the piece didn't contain all Grohl had to say about Kerry; here's a bit more of the transcript.

I’ve read the title of your new album is a tribute to John Kerry.
I think they might have sort of took that out of context a little bit. Basically, people have been asking about lyrics, asking about the title of the record. The album’s called In Your Honor. A few of the songs were written when I came home from the campaign trail with Kerry, where every day we would go to four or five small towns, and he would speak at rallies, but before he got up to speak, I would go play acoustic music for the audience. And the audiences weren’t Foo Fighters audiences. I don’t think anyone knew I was on that campaign at all. So the front row was World War II veterans and teacher unions and, you know, blue collar workers. But it was great because I’d go up and play a song like “Learn to Fly” or “My Hero,” “Everlong,” and it made sense somehow. It made sense to them, it made sense to me, and I was paying tribute to something I really believed in. I came back from that, was so inspired by the people and the real emotion and the feeling of a small community all coming together for an honorable reason, and it was overwhelming. It was thankless in a way. You’re just sort of devoting yourself to something that you truly believed in. And that’s where the title came from. The album’s not a political record. It’s not American Idiot. It’s basically, they’re general emotions that can apply to what was happening then.

Were you crushed after the election?
Fuck yes. I wanted to riot. I wanted to fucking start a war.

Some people didn’t come out of their houses for a couple days.
Yeah, but you know what? That was the other thing. Rather than write an angry, Rage Against the Machine record, you had to give a sense of hope and release and faith. Which is exactly what John Kerry was doing. There was no gloom and doom on that campaign trail. It was all about bettering yourself or bettering the country. There was a message of hope. It was scrawled over, fucking, banners, and it felt good. It really felt good. Just to get that feeling for once. And the depth of—I dunno, it just felt good to feel good again. And he could do that. He could have done it for four years; he would do it every day for half an hour at a time. And people felt it. And when we pulled away from those towns, people looked like, “You know what? Everything’s gonna be all right.” And we got fucked.

Still, that message of hope never really made it out, never really translated with Kerry.
Yeah, also that experience, it was so different watching—the difference between watching a debate and being at a small rally in a town center in Iowa, feeling it and experiencing it with the people and with the candidate—the difference was huge. It was real. It wasn’t a sales pitch. It was genuine, and it came across, and it was contagious. So it was real. And, you know I watched the debates and fucking laughed my ass off. It was some of the best entertainment since the Chappelle Show season.

Kerry was widely judged as winning all three of those debates, but he still lost the election.
The country’s so divided, it’s insane. There’s a whole lot of America out there that you and I don’t know. And, yeah, it didn’t work.

A lot of voters said Kerry’s millionaire celebrity supporters were a turnoff. That he had the support of wealthy rock stars and actors, but not the support of “real people.”
Which amazed me because those are the people he’s fighting for. That was the thing. The people that he had fought for when he was young, and the people that he was fighting for now, were the people who just didn’t get it. It’s like holding your hand out to someone as they slip under the fucking current. It just didn’t work. But I still have faith and hope that things can get better.

You’re not thinking of leaving America.
No, I would never do that. Uh-uh. But I’ll still go to Texas.

Foo Fighters are a popular band. I’m sure you have Republican fans.
Yeah, absolutely, and some people—one of the reasons I went out and did that with the Kerry campaign, I was personally offended that George Bush was using one of our songs at his campaign rally.

Which one?
“Times Like These.” So were trying to think of a way to get him to stop. “Fuck, man, I’m gonna send the president a cease-and-desist order.” And then, I thought, “Well, there’s loopholes, I don’t know that that’s really gonna work,” and then I thought, “Okay, I’ll just charge him a licensing fee so that every time he uses that he has to forward it to the Kerry campaign.” Then I thought, “That’d be kind of funny but there’s no fucking way that’s ever gonna work.” So I thought, “I’ll just go and play these songs in an environment where I think they belong.” I didn’t really feel that my song went along with what George Bush was telling people. It didn’t make sense. And I was pissed, because I wrote that fucking song. I know what I’m singing about, I know what I meant, and it basically mirrored what John Kerry’s campaign was trying to represent. I thought, “this is where that shit belongs.” So that’s why I went out and did it. It was personal. I didn’t want it to have anything to do with the Foo Fighters, which I know is a lot to ask, but it was really personal. Just as I would have walked into a booth to vote, I can walk onto a stage and do that. And I know it probably turned a lot of people off, and politics turns our fans off. I know our fans are turned off to politics when we talk about it. And I usually never talk about it. I’ve voted in every election since I was 18. And it’s always been personal, because I didn’t feel it had anything to do with our music. And still, I feel like they’re separate. But if I’m asked on a personal level what I think, I’ll fucking spill, that’s fine.

A lot of artists who play on, say, the stadium level, avoid that.
I’m sure they do. A lot of artists are really career-conscious. A lot of artists are really ambitious and worried that they were to do something like that, put their balls out on the line, it would mean they would lose some fans or not sell as many records or not sell as many tickets in, fucking Oklahoma or whatever.

It’s a market-share consideration.
It’s inhuman is what it is. I think it’s bullshit. So, I’ve waited a long time to do something about that, but I thought it was time to get up and do it. Just as you’d expect everyone to get out and vote. Everybody had a voice at the time; everybody still has a voice. We can talk about it till I’m blue in the face.

June 25, 2005

Old-man-made, old-man-reviewed



Being a complete hack, I completely forgot I wrote this until the check came the other day. It got a nice nod here—well, I think so, though I'm not sure if Steve is accusing me of plagiarism!.

It was not pleasant to give Teenage Fanclub a bad review (as opposed to reviewing them badly, which I make no apologies for as my brother hit me in the head with a tennis racket when I was a kid and knocked whatever meager smarts I had out of me for good). God help me, I love those guys. If we ever move to Scotland I'm gonna camp outside Norman Blake's house until he lets me apologize and buy him a pint. But mother of pearl, this new album is deadly.

June 24, 2005

A little off the top



I am a bald man. I am also lazy and cheap, and these factors tend to combine in a regular nightmare: shaving my head. I don't want to do it--hell, if it was up to me I'd look like Dr. Weil, but I recognize full well that I have to maintain a passing resemblance to youth so I don't freak out anyone I interview by reminding them that we all decay and die. My face is proof enough of that.

Plus my wife won't let me grow a beard.

So I shave my head. Not as regularly as I should--as in most endeavors, I eschew regular maintenance in favor of triage. Did I mention that I'm cheap? The only razor that works well on my bean is the Gillette Mach 3, which I despise because the replacement blades are ridiculously expensive--about $2 each! It's unconscionable! (You may keep your witty comments about animal testing to yourself as I do not care.)

Last year I rebelled and started buying triple-blade cartridges that fit my old Sensor XL from CVS. They worked okay. Not great, but okay. Then one day when I ran out I borrowed one of my wife's Mach 3 cartridges, which fit her Gillette Venus razor but are a lot cheaper than the lady versions. I realized I'd been fooling myself--my generic triple-blades weren't ever gonna, so to speak, cut it.

So I got back on the devil's cock. Yesterday, however, I was at Target resignedly buying more Mach 3 cartridges, as I'd let my hair grow out so long that I looked like Stanley Tucci, when I spotted the bins of disposable razors far below eye level. They were about half the price of the Mach 3 blades, so I bought a pack. I didn't get the Gillette disposables, reasoning that Gillette had an incentive to make them worse than their cash-cow Mach 3s (and yes, I did just finish reading Freakonomics).

I settled on the Bic Comfort 3 Advance, figuring Bic had more to prove. I'd tried only one of their products before, one of those yellow single-blade jobs, which turned my face into bloddy coleslaw. With a little trepidation, I tested the new goods.

They're...okay. I'm gonna try again (no, I really mean it!) in a couple of days and see how they do with a little stubble instead of a headful, okay half-full, of hair. If I've learned anything in this world (and I assure you I haven't), it's that you have to try new products in a couple different situations before passing judgments.

UPDATE: The missus tried one on her legs and said it cut her up. Out they go.

June 06, 2005

Who says corporations are unfeeling?

If anyone needs me, I'll be at Wal-Mart stocking up.

Discussion Thread
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Response (Karen) - 06/06/2005 03:08 PM
Hi Andrew,

I'm glad you liked Pringles Southwestern Salsa Potato Crisps so much! I wish I had better news, but, as you know, they were only around for a short time and all our stock is gone. We may bring them back again, so don't give up. I'm sharing your interest in making this flavor a part of the permanent Pringles line up with the rest of our team.

"Once you pop, the fun won’t stop!"

Karen
Pringles Team

Customer - 06/03/2005 11:18 AM
This is not a joke. I am on my knees here. Please, please, please, remove the "Limited Edition" status of Pringles Southwestern Salsa chips. They're so good, and my wife is mad at me because I bought so many containers of them fearing that they will vanish.

I have so little in my life. Don't take my chips away.

Peanut




This fun little dog bounded up onto our porch Saturday morning. I knew where she lived—the house across the street that seems to have a new puppy every year, but never any older dogs. Dog in arms, I rang the bell.

"I'm trying to get rid of her," said the lady who answered. "You want her?" I'm standing there holding the beast. What am I gonna do? If I say no, she's just gonna kick the dog out again, and I'll see her roaming the neighborhood, a reminder of my moral failures.

No, I, Bleeding Heart Man, will find a home for this dog. Any fantasy about raising a puppy in addition to a nine-month-old and two cats is quickly dispelled. Emails are sent. Appeals are made. We will find a home for Peanut (so named by the missus, a fan of a particular plot point in last season's The Wire).

Peanut started out as a girl. Then I took her to the SPCA shelter, which apparently you can't just do—they're full-up, and anyway you need an appointment. They mentioned that Peanut is a boy. Peanut has been a boy all weekend.

I just took Peanut to the vet, where he was transformed into a girl again by the power of observation. Apparently, I'd be a dream on a blind date. We have a lead (as well as a leash) on ownership. And tonight, all things being equal, life will return to normal. Just in case, though, leave me a comment with an email address if you're looking for a swell little pup who just started her vaccinations.

UPDATE 6/8 Peanut is in a foster home generously provided by the Henrico Humane Society, which if I read the schedule correctly, will be bringing Peanut and other adoptables to the Short Pump Ukrop's on Saturday. Please go check her out if you can, and give this special lady a home!

UPDATE 6/24 Peanut was adopted within an hour of her first adoption stand, by a very nice young family I'm told. Now if the kids who used to own her would stop eyeing me angrily....

June 01, 2005

Ewwwwwwww!

The triple



Count 'em and weep, boys.