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.)
posted by Ben @ 11:56 AM
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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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