By Honus Honus, of Man Man; "Dead Again" Self-Portrait Series by Man Man on September 3, 2013
WHEN WE KNEW WE WERE GOING TO MAKE IT AS A BAND
I got evicted from my first apartment for playing music. It was a fourth-floor walkup (i.e. probably illegal situation) in Center City Philly above a two-story Italian restaurant and all our gear was packed into the front room/kitchen of the space. I think our apartment had been an office at one point because it was laid out like one with drop ceilings and bad vibes. To make a long story short, I don't think we're ever gonna make it.
THE HIGH POINT OF OUR CAREER
Serenading Bill Clinton on his birthday in Hot Springs, Arkansas. He busted out his sax and blazed a James White and the Contortions–esque no-wave solo. (Untrue.)
THE LOW POINT OF OUR CAREER
Hopefully behind us. Fingers crossed. Toes crossed. Our legs are never crossed.
THE FUNNIEST THING A JOURNALIST EVER WROTE ABOUT US
We're “the new, new old Bob Dylan.”
WHEN THE JOURNALISTS GOT IT RIGHT
“More people need to have this band in their lives.”
THE BEST SONG WE EVER WROTE
Still unwritten because you gotta stay hungry, gotta keep evolving.
OUR WORST AND BEST SHOW EVER
Sharing the bill with Quizo Night (the trivia game not a band) at a sports bar in Charleston, South Carolina, to two people and having one of them tell us afterwards that we reminded them of Barenaked Ladies. It was also our best show ever because Barenaked Ladies was their favorite band.
HOW WE'RE MOST LIKELY TO BE REMEMBERED
"That dude who, 700 years ago, totally ravaged China, and who, we were told, two hours ago totally ravaged Oshman's Sporting Goods.”
HOW WE'D LIKE TO BE REMEMBERED
“Tyler Perry asking those guys to star and/or cameo in all of his projects was perhaps the greatest union since Leonardo and pizza.”
Honus Honus picks 3 Man Man albums you should already own
Six Demon Bag
Mental and emotional meltdown written into what I thought at the time were just straightforward pop songs. You can really weed out who your true friends are by forcing them to listen to this album on repeat, on long drives. Still surprises me how crazy it all sounds.
Cocaine jams and somber tales of the next morning. Sounds best when turned up to 11 and the neighbors are pounding on the walls to turn it up to 12.
Not enough people gave this album a chance. It's really dark and beautiful and reveals itself with repeated administering to the ear holes. If you sing the lyrics to the record out loud while listening to the music in headphones, while walking through a crowded mall…the looks you will get will be priceless.
This article is from FILTER Issue 53