Ever wonder just what the hell you’d write pop songs about when you’re 70 years old if you’re not all Johnny Cash-religious (or Scott Walker-insane)? Not me. I’d write some lusty-ass songs about boning. Like John Cale just did. Heck, I’d probably even add in some “modern” and/or “experimental” touches to my old man sex songs, like synth squelches, Auto-tune, drum programming, all that jazz. You know, because I’d be 70, and to my mind, that crazy stuff would sell the sex. And who doesn’t want to buy some sex?
Also, I guess I’d probably go tour those songs a little bit. I’d take it pretty chill though, being 70. Maybe a quick Jools Holland appearance and a hard boiled egg. Then maybe a modest Rough Trade East instore Q&A and some prune juice. And some sunny West Coast shit this December and January, just to get out of the cold and to keep my joints feeling good and all that while I’m out there selling my sex and keeping it real. And yeah, maybe I’d visit the rest of the United States too, but shit, not until the spring, I can tell you that. What am I, one of those what-do-you-call-em, polar bears? Come on. Of course I’m not.
12.04.12 - Portland, OR - Mission Theatre *
12.06.12 - Seattle, WA - Showbox *
12.09.12 - San Francisco, CA - Regency Ballroom *
12.11.12 - Los Angeles, CA - El Rey *
12.16.12 - Brooklyn, NY - BAM (Life Along The Borderline - tribute to NICO)
01.18.13 - Brooklyn, NY - BAM (When Past & Future Collide: Paris 1919)
01.19.13 - Brooklyn, NY - BAM (When Past & Future Collide: Paris 1919)
* Cass McCombs