
Originally Posted by
lissajou
i hear you, boss.
i'm about to break you off some
genuine type game, bro.
pay close attention, as i'm only
going to say this shit once...
first off, while your name may be dave,
and you may indeed enjoy playing the drums,
your monicker does not "keep it awesome"
in the way modern rockers demand.
you need something subtle and evocative,
something simple and sexy, like
"asundayreckoning"
"the remorse"
or
"horsexe"
furthermore, you need to get far away
from yr free party roots as humanly
possible.
don't make any mention of your history
or identity for at least another six months,
at which point, i predict it will become
agonizingly hip to have spent ages raving
til dawn,
assuming you're able to behave as if you did so
ironically, or that you're some sort of roky-esque
schizophrenic visionary.
thirdly, the auts will be remembered as
a popist era.
look at modern "hiphop" or the inexplicable
popularity of bands like xiu xiu,
if you don't believe me.
gather up the weirdest, most effed up sounds
in yr household, throw them together in a
fashion resembling any song on the third
velvets lp, and have some reed throated
depressive emote over it all.
release that shit as a limited edition
seven inch ep, packaged in oxfam scraps
or magic markered toilet paper or
something similarly "outside".
you'll want to have put together a fantastic
live pa before you've do any of this, however,
one in which you and whomever you happen to
be **** at the moment dress like hoboes
and pretend to play vintage synthesizers
and chinese guitars.
if you've not got a myspace account, GET ONE NOW.
preferably, one featuring pictures of you in makeup
and references to avant composers or new jack swing.
pretending you live in williamsburg or portland
will help, tho if you're stuck on the whole
"being english" thing, be sure you mention bow
or tottenham or something.
keep it real, is what i'm saying.
REAL **** AWESOME,
bro...
doing all of these things will assure you
at least one mention on pitchfork, which
will, in turn, guarantee you herpes worries
from at least one suicide girl, as well as
the sort of enduring celebrity enjoyed by
modern luminaries such as weird weeds,
jens lekman, or the cure...