Friday, March 25, 2005

Thank you, Colin Meloy.

Despite his status as the former Mrs. Josh Gibson, I've never really warmed to Colin Meloy or his music. After this exchange in the Seattle Weekly, I think I need to reconsider:

SW: When [Bright Eyes] played in Portland last month, he came out in a 10-year-old's raincoat, and when he got excited, he clapped like a hand puppet.

Meloy: They call it indie autism, and he's the poster child for it. Seriously, can we stop this?

(via TMFTML.)


At 3:23 PM, Blogger Joshua said...

Colin's snarling hatred of Conor Oberst always makes me laugh. This is from an interview in the Oregonian:
"You can identify with the barrow boy as much as with Conor Oberst's sad, angst-ridden characters. They're the same thing. It's just that Conor Oberst is bemoaning not being invited to a party on the Upper West Side. The barrow boy is lamenting losing his true love and then drowning -- and that, to me, is more important."


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