Yesterday, Screeching Weasel's "First Day of Summer" came on my iTunes and I didn't stop it. Which is weird! Because it was the first time in over a year that I listened to the band, a band I had been listening to since I was 16-years-old.
I wouldn't say they're my favorite band of all time, though I do like them lot. But I was really disappointed last year when Ben Weasel, the singer, punched two women during Screeching Weasel's performance at SXSW. It was never a secret that Ben Weasel was kind of an asshole—he's built his career by being the bitter punk rock dude—but after last year's incident, I just didn't want to listen to his songs. At first I stopped listening on purpose, and then it came without any effort, really. There are plenty of other songs in the world to listen to, songs written by people who don't punch women in the face.
But yesterday I listened to the song and I enjoyed it. I guess my self-imposed quasi Screeching Weasel boycott is over. It's not like he killed someone, right?* No, I won't be going to any Screeching Weasel shows anymore (partly because I don't want to give Ben Weasel my money and partly because these days Screeching Weasel is just Weasel and whoever he can find to be his back-up band, especially since his bandmates ditched him after his violent outburst), but I'll still listen to the records I liked when I was a teenager.
I still listen to Michael Jackson despite the fact he was charged (though, acquitted) with child molestation. I listen to the Phil Spector Christmas album every December and he was found guilty of murder. Chris Brown still has fans and people still listen to the Sex Pistols.
But there's got to be a line, right? There's got to be something a beloved musician can do that will make even their biggest fan NEVER LISTEN TO THEM AGAIN. Or is there?
What would make you never listen to your favorite musician ever again? Anything? Nothing? Why?