By Cate Le Bon; photo by Piper Ferguson; self-portrait by Cate Le Bon on January 9, 2014
It’s not a collaboration, as such, but I would give
my left eye to be Ariel Pink’s guitarist.
OUR BAND'S SPIRIT ANIMAL
IDEAL SITUATION FOR SOMEONE TO LISTEN TO OUR MUSIC
With Stephen Black, my bass and sax player, whilst he emphatically mimes his parts up in your grill and tells you he plays all the best bits on the record. It really sets the tone.
WORST SHOW EVER
At Red 7, Austin, Texas. After a momentous amount of whiskey sours, I attempted to play a guitar solo on the shoulders of a poor woman who had looked much stronger from the stage. She went down like a sack of shit, as did I.
ON THE ROAD
After a series of unfortunate events and bad decisions, my bass player Steve and I found ourselves in a sublet in Bushwick, rooming with a gay couple who were clearly batshit crazy. With no other option, we decided to stick it out for one night. How bad could it get, really? As Bill tore around the front room shouting for whoever was in the flat to show themselves, just minutes after meeting him, we knew we were in trouble. With no other way out of the flat other than through the main living space I decided to calmly approach him. He stood with his partner Pat in front of the gas stove with every ring burning on its highest setting and the door open with flames licking the ceiling. They were not cooking. I asked if everything was OK. Pat turned to me and suggested that I should probably go back to my room. We knew then that we had to leave this place immediately. Whilst they argued and tussled in their bedroom we tiptoed through the living room. Just like in a bad movie, their bedroom door started to open as we were creeping out. I remember, so well, Steve’s face crumpling under the sheer terror seconds before we bolted like terrified animals, throwing our bags and guitars down the stairs. We did not stop until we’d reached the subway platform. Unfortunately for us, it was April Fool’s and it took us a long while to convince anyone we knew in the city that we were not pulling the proverbial leg.
LEAST FAVORITE THING IN THE WORLD
WE'LL KNOW WE'VE MADE IT WHEN...
We no longer have to share beds, baths and bread on tour.
This article is from FILTER Issue 54