"Shut the door so I can leave."

So no news is good news?

There is a new Dischord website. And this, from the band's individual page, is heartwarming:

"Fugazi

(Fall 1987 - present)"

So, in other words:

Since we live in present tense our only hope of making sense all depends on the source of light.

But... then there's this, in a recent interview with Guy: "As for the chances of Fugazi working again - my basic feeling is that it is very, very unlikely but you never know."

Yeah... I didn't want to say anything but I got that feeling like the proverbial ice water in the face when I met Brendan last summer at the Rooftop Films event. For a guy who leads a non-rock star lifestyle, the man looked, er, em... not so young anymore.

Canty (right) is the one who wanted to stop; he's got two dependents (but who's counting?) and probably a mortgage. I have a hard time seeing him want to pile into the van and sleep on couches or in dive hotels to tour with Fugazi.

With Ian's militant commitment to very low door prices, that's just how they have to roll. Whatever, they're just a band!

Okay, granted, Fugazi is was may be the apotheosis of punk.  Which is to say the apotheosis of rock. Which is to say it's a major challenge for me to write about music I love without coming off as an unbearably pretentious bore.

But fuck it. (My answer to everything!) Canty seems fulfilled with his other gigs (producing the new Ted Leo, the new Thermals, Burn to Shine, etc.) and supporting Bob Mould.

Maybe there's no more FUCKED UP, GOT AMBUSHED, ZIPPED IN vibrations to come, and maybe I care too much, but I must say it's strange to watch these four guys continue to produce music SEPARATELY.

Oh, well. There's always this Fugazi tribute band! (And yes, as older, more, er, em... mature readers know, I love The Evens and Lally's solo work too.)

The interview with Guy (he's the one in the upper right hand corner of the polaroid set, seemingly downcast) ends on a funny note:

Q: What's your favorite kind of party? (Birthday, Pizza, Democratic, for example.)

Guy: I will go with pity party... world's smallest violin etc.

Don't you sense my sense of humor?

Unrelated! Ironic Sans has really been shredding, eh? READ THIS NOW! It's a hilarious account, with documentation, of the unbelievably verbose notes he used to find slipped under the door from his neurotic downstairs neighbor in Astoria.

(Polaroids by Jem Cohen.)

Comments

[Max Power]

Best post ever, man. Yeah, I comment on my own posts now. What are you supposed to be doing?