The Faggots
well i'm so sorry yr so sorry, i'm so sorry yr songs fucking suck..."
I am usually described as "bouncy" or "quirky." And, while this is a reasonable assessment, there are moments when it totally pisses me off. I formed The Faggots to see if I could make good music without being "cute." So I took my angrier songs, like "Word/Cum" and "Fuckdudes," unearthed some Cheese On Bread rejects like "I Have a Crush On Every Boy," wrote new tunes like "I'm Not Impressed With Yr High Note," told the boys to play like assholes, and, presto: we became loud, aggressive rock band. Dibs gets to play with his pedals. Chris and I get to live out our riot grrl fantasies. In the past, The Faggots were usually:
Dibson Hoffweiler ("Brainy Faggot") - electric guitar
Chris Maher ("Scruffy Faggot") - bass guitar
Gregg Mervine ("Pensive Faggot") - drums
But Chris was out of town one time, so we had:
Casey Holford ("Hairy Faggot") - bass guitar
And once, when Chris and Gregg were both unavailable, and someone asked us to play "Gold Dust Woman" at a Fleetwood Mac tribute, we had:
Daoud Tyler-Ameen ("Emo Faggot") - drums
Liv Carrow ("Male Faggot") - bass guitar
People often ask me what my "Faggot name" is. I tell them, "Dan Fishback." Gay boys have occasionally asked to play in The Faggots, and I always say no, since half the point of the band is making straight guys walk around with the word "faggot" written on them. This sort of semiotic tomfoolery has occasionally gotten us in trouble with the press.
We only ever play shows when my other projects are on hiatus, which might not happen again for quite a while. In an alternate universe, this band is all I ever do. In this alternate universe, we rehearse so much and get so good that we turn into a sick math rock band.
Meanwhile...
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