Lotta Thoughts/Feelings and the ever beautifully fucked Craig Nicholls..Apage Satanas,Esto perpetua
Abby Gennet- Now you're calling your album 'Highly Evolved' what do you think of us as humans- do you think we're highly evolved?
Craig Nicholls- yes and no.... uh.. and maybe... (pondering) ...nope... no i just think it's great man.. i mean i'm just gonna talk about music, that's what i'm doing in the moment and what we're doing so it's a great time to be recording... the technology that we have (snaps his fingers) so we wanna use the electronica in our music...
Abby Gennet- Oh yeah?
Craig Nicholls- Yeah because we're not all just about real instruments i mean... they're great and... but there's also other things that we can use and it's great you know.. but you just have to watch out for the pollution and stuff... but um... but you know... we'll get to that later...
notes from me, george:
Poor Confession. Well, anyway. All of them killing time. Been listening to a lot of Joy Division for some reason. Even the doctor had a bottle ready for you. What follows is a few excerpts from interviews with the ever autistic and stoned Mr. Craig Nicholls of Vines fame. Also note: I'm reading a big book on the history of the English language and its the mostest funnest thing I've come across in like..forever. Totally cool. Anywho. Blah.
"Aut vincere aut mori", Mr. Hatcher sat on the beach muttering to himself in his chosen tongue pierced through like a punk rock girl's gut reaction. Menacing man medicine man. "Asinus asinum fricat" but yeah so fuck it. The cost no man can say but you gotta be there in all places at once. Who said this would last? Andy Warhol crying through his scalp, bathing his ashes through a cereal bowl. God bless us or something. If you honestly think you're not doing anything I mean come on you probably are anyway. Someone forgot my name nobody knew it but a head spun starting speaking Spanish in the SSSSSummer. And yeah oh yeah looking at the sewer system and feeling, as usual, very disappointed.
The old man smiled like only the elderly can. Smug satisfaction gripped him. The sun's pink vibe ruined our party. Toss glass at her womb and.. oh never mind. Heeeeeere's Craig Nicholls:
(various extracts from interviews with the Vine's lead singer/guitarist/perpetual fuck up Craig Nicholls)
I figure it’s time to break the ice by asking how he, a touring rock musician who still lives in his hometown (the Sydney suburb of Hurstville), manages to repeatedly make the brutal 14-hour trip across the Pacific. “I think I’m a good flier,” he answers, “in that I haven’t been in a plane that’s gone down.”
In these moments of lucidity, Nicholls can also be manipulative, even dishonest. For example, I was told that I should try to bond with him over the videogames that he supposedly enjoys playing for hours in his bedroom. I don’t play videogames, but it seems like a harmless way to get a pleasant chat rolling. When I mention them, he stiffens and looks around nervously to see if anyone’s listening. Then, in a hushed stammer, he replies, “I’m sure I have played videogames. I can’t remember. I guess they’re all right. I don’t want to say anything bad about videogames,” before surveying the area for eavesdroppers. It should be noted that we are sitting on a hilly section of a sprawling great lawn. With the exception of an ibis and the folks riding paddle boats and water taxis in Sydney Harbour, there’s nobody within 25 yards.
Ask him about whether he thinks some of the Vines's problems stemmed from the punishing tour schedule that comes with trying to break America, and you get this in response: "In America, there was a lot of people saying that they thought we were going to self destruct, so, yeah, like, we definitely didn't want that. We wanted to be productive as a band. That was our goal: making albums, writing songs, listening to CDs and not, like, whatever, the 80s rock or whatever. We're not those kind of people. We're not trying to make any kind of judgements on anyone. We've got no messages. We just want to make good albums. Yeah."
He suddenly sounds angry. "You see the thing is, actually, I'm not a fucking lunatic. People say to me, you know, maybe I could cancel our next tour and check myself into an insane asylum. I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either, because we make songs. As a band that's how it works, you put yourself out there, sharing yourself and your music with people. You hope they might connect with it. They might come up to you and say "hey man, I like your album"! And then maybe other ones go "yeah."
(Are you) addicted to weed? : 'Smoking that stuff just helps me think and relax. I need to calm down sometimes as I know I can be a little immature. If I get too strung out, it helps. I started as a teenager. And just got into it because of friends or whatever. But of course I never inhaled. And I can't be held responsible for any illegal activity. I didn't do it.'
Craig Nicholls- yes and no.... uh.. and maybe... (pondering) ...nope... no i just think it's great man.. i mean i'm just gonna talk about music, that's what i'm doing in the moment and what we're doing so it's a great time to be recording... the technology that we have (snaps his fingers) so we wanna use the electronica in our music...
Abby Gennet- Oh yeah?
Craig Nicholls- Yeah because we're not all just about real instruments i mean... they're great and... but there's also other things that we can use and it's great you know.. but you just have to watch out for the pollution and stuff... but um... but you know... we'll get to that later...
notes from me, george:
Poor Confession. Well, anyway. All of them killing time. Been listening to a lot of Joy Division for some reason. Even the doctor had a bottle ready for you. What follows is a few excerpts from interviews with the ever autistic and stoned Mr. Craig Nicholls of Vines fame. Also note: I'm reading a big book on the history of the English language and its the mostest funnest thing I've come across in like..forever. Totally cool. Anywho. Blah.
"Aut vincere aut mori", Mr. Hatcher sat on the beach muttering to himself in his chosen tongue pierced through like a punk rock girl's gut reaction. Menacing man medicine man. "Asinus asinum fricat" but yeah so fuck it. The cost no man can say but you gotta be there in all places at once. Who said this would last? Andy Warhol crying through his scalp, bathing his ashes through a cereal bowl. God bless us or something. If you honestly think you're not doing anything I mean come on you probably are anyway. Someone forgot my name nobody knew it but a head spun starting speaking Spanish in the SSSSSummer. And yeah oh yeah looking at the sewer system and feeling, as usual, very disappointed.
The old man smiled like only the elderly can. Smug satisfaction gripped him. The sun's pink vibe ruined our party. Toss glass at her womb and.. oh never mind. Heeeeeere's Craig Nicholls:
(various extracts from interviews with the Vine's lead singer/guitarist/perpetual fuck up Craig Nicholls)
I figure it’s time to break the ice by asking how he, a touring rock musician who still lives in his hometown (the Sydney suburb of Hurstville), manages to repeatedly make the brutal 14-hour trip across the Pacific. “I think I’m a good flier,” he answers, “in that I haven’t been in a plane that’s gone down.”
In these moments of lucidity, Nicholls can also be manipulative, even dishonest. For example, I was told that I should try to bond with him over the videogames that he supposedly enjoys playing for hours in his bedroom. I don’t play videogames, but it seems like a harmless way to get a pleasant chat rolling. When I mention them, he stiffens and looks around nervously to see if anyone’s listening. Then, in a hushed stammer, he replies, “I’m sure I have played videogames. I can’t remember. I guess they’re all right. I don’t want to say anything bad about videogames,” before surveying the area for eavesdroppers. It should be noted that we are sitting on a hilly section of a sprawling great lawn. With the exception of an ibis and the folks riding paddle boats and water taxis in Sydney Harbour, there’s nobody within 25 yards.
Ask him about whether he thinks some of the Vines's problems stemmed from the punishing tour schedule that comes with trying to break America, and you get this in response: "In America, there was a lot of people saying that they thought we were going to self destruct, so, yeah, like, we definitely didn't want that. We wanted to be productive as a band. That was our goal: making albums, writing songs, listening to CDs and not, like, whatever, the 80s rock or whatever. We're not those kind of people. We're not trying to make any kind of judgements on anyone. We've got no messages. We just want to make good albums. Yeah."
He suddenly sounds angry. "You see the thing is, actually, I'm not a fucking lunatic. People say to me, you know, maybe I could cancel our next tour and check myself into an insane asylum. I'm not necessarily proud of it, but I'm not ashamed of it either, because we make songs. As a band that's how it works, you put yourself out there, sharing yourself and your music with people. You hope they might connect with it. They might come up to you and say "hey man, I like your album"! And then maybe other ones go "yeah."
(Are you) addicted to weed? : 'Smoking that stuff just helps me think and relax. I need to calm down sometimes as I know I can be a little immature. If I get too strung out, it helps. I started as a teenager. And just got into it because of friends or whatever. But of course I never inhaled. And I can't be held responsible for any illegal activity. I didn't do it.'