Shit Talk Opinions, Assholes
posted by January 23 at 21:08 PMon
From this week’s Fucking in the Streets:
For his solo set, Deacon lowered his table of electronics onto the floor, hoisted his trademark neon green skull onto a pike (the hoisting of this freak flag elicited ridiculously huge cheers), and proceeded to complain about my review of Ultimate Reality from last week’s paper.
“Have you ever had to play a show after reading a really bad review of yourself in the Seattle Stranger that says you ripped off your friends?” he asked. “Let’s just try to expunge that from our minds.”
I understand the appeal of Dan Deacon’s live show. He’s a natural entertainer—funny and absurd and (usually) relentlessly positive. But with a few exceptions—”Crystal Cat,” “Wham City”—the music just feels like it’s there to pad out his odd monologues and audience-participation stunts. It’s like watching Tim Harrington or Atom & His Package without any of the songwriting, and being friends with Paper Rad (ooh) doesn’t make his aesthetic any less of a melted-down pastiche. Still, when he finally launched into “Crystal Cat,” by far the catchiest song from last year’s Spiderman of the Rings, the crowd became a surging mosh pit, speckled with flashes of Day- Glo apparel.
I took off, but apparently later Deacon accused me of having not even watched Ultimate Reality (which I did) before writing my review and complained that I shouldn’t have been on the guest list for the show if I’m such a hater (so much for expunging). No one’s ever going to accuse Deacon of not being tacky, but what kind of guy needs to bitch about one bad review in front of a 400-person-deep crowd of rabid, wild-eyed fans? I’m just one critic not drinking the Kool-Aid, dude. No need to be an asshole about it.
The offending Ultimate Reality review may be read here.