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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Nate in the PDX[/i] [br]http://www.portlandmercury.com/portland/Content?oid=429651&category=22153 [i]Looks like they had a wee bit of an editing error whilst posting this little piece online... I'll try transcribing from the print edition:[/i] Black Francis: Never Been Booed And It's Not Hard to See Why by Jenny Tatone I'm not normally the star-struck type. Stars are regular humans like everyone else, right? Right. Well, unless they're someone whose music reshaped your entire teenage existence and beyond. So don't mock my heart for pumping hard against my ribs as Black Francis, Frank Black, Charles Thompson—whatever you wish to call him—talks to me (to me!) about Pixies lyricism, life as a misfit, and his musty old record collection. At one point—gulp—he even sang, in ascreaming sort of way of course, to me (to me!) on the telephone. I'll never wash my right ear again. By the way, the new Black Francis album, [i]Bluefinger[/i], is nearly as good as a Pixies record. Yes-- that good. You'd be nuts to miss this show. MERCURY: Can you tell me about how you first became involved with wanting to play guitar and write songs? BF: I like to draw on an anecdote that is symbolically my first epiphany. I heard a loud noise coming from down the street. I was a little boy so I must have been frightened. But when the loud noise wasn't happening, I peered into the basement windows and saw a big blue sparkly drum set. Whatever it was, it didn't matter, but it was something I immediately wanted to be involved with. My attraction to music was natural. I never felt like I fit in at school. Teenagers seemed too young to me so I hung out with the misfits. We weren't close, but we all listened to cool records, whatever they were, whatever no one else was listening to. If you're a music snob, your snobbish taste is developed at a young age; your rock family tree starts early. MERC: So do you consider yourself a music snob? BF: Of course! Yeah! I had a lot of esoteric records and a band of misfits. All the kids with their Journey T-shirts they got at the concert the night before, they were so lame. I wouldn't touch them with a 10-foot pole. I don't need to listen to that crap! MERC: Can you talk about your lyrics? BF: My lyrics came from a darker place but not without a sense of humor. A lot of people miss out on that. They fall for the obvious billboards on the landscape. They think it can't be mixed. It can't be dark and silly or sexy and funny at the same time. Some people just don't get it. MERC: What does it feel like to have been in a band that had such a gigantic influence on modern music? BF: A lot of people like the band. But I don't see a big influence. People think we were influential, but I think we were inspiring. When you're influential you do certain things that other people copy. I don't hear any bands that sound like my old band. And it doesn't feel like anything. It's street credibility. It gets you through the door. Yeah, it's great. But you can't do anything with it, can't be bothered with it. I probably take it for granted; you do that if you've always been in bands. I've never had a tomato thrown at me. I've never been booed. People always say, "Yay." When people always say, "Yay," you don't know anything else. [/quote]   Check here to include your profile signature.