Part 3 of the interview taken ( & edited ) from HermAphrodite
#7.
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GO TO: Vanilla Ice
GO TO: Manics GO TO: Rock ‘n’ Roll Jobs
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And when the dictaphone starts recording again, we're
talking Subcircus. David thinks Peter
sounds like...
David - "Oh, what's that weatherman called?"
Robin - "Fish. John Ketley."
me - "Ian McKellan."
I think I meant Ian McCaskill.
David - "Yeah!"
me - "He does not."
David - "Well he sounds like that when he speaks
to me."
Robin - "Is that cos he says: 'ooh, bit of a dark
patch coming over soon... I wouldn't put the washing out in the garden this
weekend...'
Evidently.
me - "What weather element would you wanna be
?"
David - "Which what ?"
me - "Weather element ?"
Robin - "FIRE !"
me - "That's not a weather element."
Robin - "But it's an element."
Yes. But it's not the droid we're looking for.
me - "You can't have Earth Wind and Fire."
But they have the best songs, claims Robin.
David - "I'd be gravity."
Again, not strictly one you are warned of by John
Tetley...
Robin - "Don't give me this rap that you're down
to earth, man."
me - "Noooo. You can be rain, snow,
sunshine..."
David - "Hail."
me - "Hail hurts."
Robin - "I'd be ice. Cool as..."
And despite that golden opportunity to segue into his
( renowned ) Vanilla Ice impression, Robin declines. Shyly. For once.
Robin - "I'd like Vanilla Ice to come and see us
live, that would be hilARious."
Ah, no. He's a twat...
me - "He was crap."
Robin - "Whaddaya mean, 'was'? I've got three of
his albums. I bet you never even KNEW he did three albums."
me ( mournfully ) - "I never even cared."
David - "I like that; 'he was a twat', 'whaddaya
mean WAS, he still is'..."
Heh-heh.
David - "Rupert Van Winkle."
me - "What ?"
David - "Rupert Van Winkle, that's his real
name."
No it's not. It's Robert. Though some sources claim
it's Peter Goldstein. David's sounds funnier though. Whatever it is, it doesn't
make the man any less of a twat.
David - "And he claimed to have been in a knife
fight but the scar was where he had his appendix out."
Robin - "And he's got these brilliant lyrics on
his second album, he goes: 'I'm gettin' tired of all you punks being jealous /
trying to say I might be another Elvis'. That is the definition of
cocksure..."
Yeah exactly.
me - "We don't need more twats in rock 'n'
roll."
David - "Yeah we do."
me - "We've got Steps."
David - Steps are great."
me - "No they're not."
David - "I used to go out with one of
Steps."
First reactions: yikes -> why ? -> which one ?
me - "Make it the one with the dreadlocks, she's
actually quite attractive."
David - "Yeah, it was. And Robin used to go out
with one of the fellas..."
Robin - "One of the crew, actually."
me - "But we've already had Abba, so we don't
need Steps."
As I was arguing before.
Robin - "We've already had Guns and Roses, so why
have Motley Crue ? You can't say that."
And then I realise Guns N Roses to have been rampant
lipstick queens. A phase I don't remember. Nevermind. And from talk of such
tartery, we move on to the Manics. Whom David has now lost faith in.
Completely.
David - "I know where Richey went - the others
ate him."
I ignore this. And instead coo over Nicky's regaining
of his lipstick crown - in small ways he's still the same. I still love them.
But it can't be as much as it was before. Before this album they never put out
a single that I just couldn't listen to because it was so bad. Before this
album I would still look forward to the b-sides. Before this album I didn't
think I had to worry about the quality of their lyrics. Stupid me for trusting
them to retain their glory when all along they've been saying they're not to be
relied on; why keep that promise, and not the love-ballad one?
David - "I think the Manics when they first
started there was more of a point, because there was more emotional content to
what they were doing. They used to be brilliant. I think the worst thing is
they
used to be the best band in Britain. By miles. And now
they're just shit.
They're just so boring. And I think they're really
arrogant when they go on about the Spanish Civil War."
me - "But they're still managing to educate
people."
David - "But they're not. D'you really think all
the lager louts that
listen come to their gigs have any clue ? They're just
singing along."
me - "But they're still trying."
David - "How can you educate someone about the
Spanish Civil War in a two minute pop-song? That's really arrogant."
me - "If it's going to make somebody go out and
read George Orwell then it's worth it."
That, if they've lost all else, keeps me going. They
still want us to read, to learn, to question. The songs still have a weight,
even if it's not exquisitely articulated as it once was. And they are the only
band who seem to be using their medium of expression to reach more than just
the pockets of their fans.
me - "So why are YOU doing this ?"
David - "It's really hard to justify being in a
band..."
me - "But you know if it's just entertainment, or
if you're filling a void in music which wasn't around before..."
David - "Well it's obviously communication of
some sort. I just prefer music that's a bit more emotional. And isn't black and
white, so you say that 'this is right and this is wrong'. I don't think it's
possible in music for someone to tell you something about war. It's over too
quickly."
me - "So why are you doing this ?"
David - "Just because we've always been into
music. Ultimately, I think, we're in a band because it's a really exciting
thing, playing rock music."
me - Are you purveyors of pop-music ?"
Robin - "What, like Steps ?"
me ( sarcastic ? moi ? ) - "Yes. Exactly like
Steps. You and your choreographed dance routines..."
Robin - "Well what's pop-music ?"
David - "We're popveyors of perve-music."
Yes.
Robin - "Voyeurs of purge-music."
Okay.
me - "So is this all that you've ever wanted to
do ? Can you see yourselves being postmen ?"
Robin - "Postmen ? Ah, been there, done
that."
David - "Have you ever been a postman."
Robin - "Nooooo..."
David - "I've been a bartender before."
me - "In a Tom Cruise 'Cocktail' or Tiff from
'Eastenders' kind of way ?"
David - "Just in a boring concert-hall in Cardiff
kind of way."
Robin - "I was a rock and roll forklift
driver."
me - "How rock and roll can you be if you're a
forklift driver ?"
Robin - "Fucking rock and roll. There's this
little knob on the steering wheel, cos it's all power steering, and you can
spin it round so the back steers..."
David - "You can do wheelies ?"
In a FORKLIFT ?
David - "Like hell on wheels..."
In a FORKLIFT ?
Robin - "Yeah - it's like being in the dodgems
when you steer from the back."
David isn't that impressed. And is pulling a face to
prove it.
Robin - "At least I'm being honest."
David - "You're out of the band."
Robin - "Right. I'm off."
Don't worry kids, they're 'only joshing'. They're too
good at this rock starr malarkey to wanna quit just yet...
me - "Just how much of a social whore do you
think could you become ?"
Robin - "I don't think I could possibly get
much... is it better or worse ?"
David - "We're just, um, friendly fellas."
This is a man who still has on his rock starr
sunglasses, as he has not slept for two days. ( And he um, has no eyebrows. )
Robin - "Hey, if there's a camera we smile, if
there's a mike we talk, if there's a club we're on the guestlist."
Robin shows us the contents of the 'drinks cabinet'
section of his wallet. Numerous free drinks vouchers are waved proudly before
us.
me - "Can you photocopy those pieces of
paper?"
Robin - "Don't be so cheap! ( pause ) D'you know,
I'd never even thought of that. That's how bad you are. I play by the
game."
But ligs as much as is possible.
Robin - "Being poor has made me a very good
blagger."
me - "You cheap ligging bastard."
Robin - "I'm cheap in every instance of the
word."
David - "The reason they always photograph us is
cos everyone else is so fucking boring."
me - "So your Social Whore Rating on a one to
ten...?"
Robin - "It would be off the rating."
David - "It would be twenty-five."
me - "And it can only get better."
Robin - "Things can only get cheaper."
Oh yes.
And brighter.
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