Cap'n Squirrgle Wrote:
There was a band back in Athens once, from the B-52's days, Pylon. And one day, I realized that this really nice guy who was a friend of my boss (a kindof a friend of mine) had been their bassist. Pylon was big in that town, and had the lofty sort of mystique the days when athens first became a Music town. But Michael was just this quiet, artsy, feindly DJ guy who I had a great deal of difficulty picturing with a bass on him. One day, over a beer at the Globe, I asked him about it, and he clammed up (though very politely) as though I'd asked about his dead mom. I recall asking stuff like "so what kind of rig did you play through?" which was very Me circa 20 years old. And his response was something like "I have no idea. (stare off out the window)" And then he changed the subject. I didn't get mad at him, or think less of him, but it was just about as baffling at the time as anything could've been to me. I guess the moral is that almost no artist is ever like what you think they'd be like, except maybe the drunk ones.
dude, go watch him tomorrow night....
http://www.wearepylon.com/html/live-show.html