Intercourse Magazine Interview

Gibby Haynes interviews Andrew VanWyngarden of MGMT on the day they start recording their album in the inaugural issue of Intercourse Magazine. I can't quite figure out who this band MGMT is, and when I see their name my brain translates it into "Management" which I'm sure is incorrect. Their website provides no further information on their name, but is a headache filled landscape of backgrounds that obscure the words.

Unfortunately you have to actually buy the magazine to read the interview. It looks like a luscious magazine, beautiful photos and random interviews.

A Portrait

An interesting portrait of Gibby Haynes by Dustin Yellin.

RIP Mr. Peppermint

I've been too busy lately to post so I'm a little late to the RIP bandwagon, but Gibby's dad, Jerry Haynes, aka Mr. Peppermint, passed away a couple weeks ago. What an interesting family they must have been. Father and son bore a striking resemblance to each other, echos of family resemblances.

At the last Butthole Surfers shows there were images of Mr. Peppermint sprinkled in with the other videos playing in the background, the first time I ever saw that. A generous tribute to his dad. My condolences go out to all that knew him and enjoyed his work on Texas TV.

Hesta Prynn Covers Pepper

I have no idea who this person is, but she recorded a cover of Pepper, and here she is performing it live. I prefer the medley version by the band, of course, but this is kind of weird and interesting, done very straight..

Los Angeles and Las Vegas

What better way to celebrate the empty nest than heading west to see two Butthole Surfers concerts? After dropping my one and only baby off for his freshman year at college, we went straight to the airport and headed to LA.  Had a great time at the two back to back shows, and also got photos of me with the last two band members. Of course Teresa is still missing in action, but maybe one day she'll return and it will all be exactly right with the moon.

The Los Angeles show had an incredible energy but the sound system wasn't that great. I think it sold out, even though it was announced only a few days before, when their previous engagement at the Sunset Junction festival was cancelled due to the entire festival not getting their city permit. Refunds? We'll see. I called my credit card company to dispute the charge, which is what an email said would be the only way I'd ever see that money again.


We had dinner at a Thai restaurant, where, unexpectedly, Jeff Pinkus came in. I had no idea that we were directly across the road from the venue, and if I had known that I might have had more insight into the possibility of one or some of the band members coming there. We had finished eating, and Pinkus sat down into an inaccessible corner. We debated interrupting him for about 10 minutes, waited until he ordered his food and then asked for the photo. He was very gracious, and the whole table of 6 had to get up and rearrange themselves to make the photo possible. When I ran into him the next day in Las Vegas in the hotel lobby, he remembered me, looked surprised, and said hello. Very sweet, good karma with that guy.

A long desert drive to Las Vegas the next day through 117 degree heat, which at one point during a massive downpour, went down to 66, and then back up to 104, all within a few minutes of each other.

I saw Gibby several times in the Palms hotel lobby, and if I was more sensitive, I would say he was purposefully avoiding me. Actually, he was doing that celebrity thing of very seriously not encouraging anybody to look at or talk to him. So I left him alone with his texting and pacing.

The sound in Vegas was much better, but the crowd was weird. A few real fans, and the rest seemed to be onlookers. Some people who were slamming hard in Los Angeles were seen sitting in the back in the seats, just enjoying the show. As we were heading out to our car the next morning, we saw King in the lobby, on his way to a baseball game in San Francisco. He very kindly stood for a photo, and my mission was complete.

Herewith some not very good photos of the adventure.

Teresa Nervosa in Slacker

A great scene.

Corpus Christi

I like this tidbit from "Today in History"

In 1996, Gibby Haynes, lead singer of "The Butthole Surfers," unleashed a tirade at a concert audience in Corpus Christi, Texas after he was struck by a watch thrown on stage. He told the 5,000 fans to "shut up and go home," then called Corpus Christi a city of "white trash."

Here is another reference to that story, in a 1996 interview slash history of the Butthole Surfers.

Gibby Painting

A pretty wonderful portrait of Gibby Haynes, by Meathead. I like how he captured the crooked/chipped tooth.

Butthole Surfers Coming to the West Coast

Looks like 3 festivals.

Aug. 27 - Los Angeles, CA - Sunset Junction - get tix
Sept. 4 - Seattle, WA - Bumbershoot - get tix
Sept. 8 - Portland, OR at the MFNW festival. Tickets here.

Who is Andrew WK?

Even after looking at his website, I can't figure out who Andrew W.K. is or what he does, but the "totally looks like" photo from Cheezburger is a pretty good, despite Mr. W.K.'s straight teeth and fresh faced bloody looks.


 

And this one is too.