The Rentals

I think some of ruled that it was fake? I can't remember, my memory is going bad in my old age.

That sounds right.

And of course, Kevin has the hook ups. From my old site:

a movement of decadence and celebration
drifting loosely in and out of short days and long nights
in the back of a taxi rolling through scenes of after hour discos and all night sex shows
a quiet house without telephones or english
stepping out of the club into the harsh noon light
shaking all responsibility, staying out of your head all day
songs written in bathroom stalls, narrow alleyways and cheap hotels
lazing around far from everyone under an assumed name, smoking hundreds of cigarettes
... laughter lost in the haze in restaurants at midnight
long conversations that let the day pass by slowly ...reckless evenings
homelessness, friendship, and silence ...in and out of focus
sound of old music boxes running out of steam, while the tensions before the concert builds
sing-along drinking songs, rock'n'roll shuffles, trances, anthems, epic ballads
the electricity of the opening blast, thrusting you into this world
musicians, transvestites, writers, dancers, painters, bartenders, dj's and yourself
the warmth of sun through a dirty windshield ...lyrics that are in the moment
music that is a catalyst. taking you into situations were you wouldn't normally be
allusions to drugs, affairs, and old European trains ...sexuality
a freedom in diversity ...the absinthe clarifies
the importance of albums in our lives
the sound in the background while memories roll
people, places, concerts, parties...where you were...who you were with
more energetic, more open, more aggressive, more optimistic, more explosive, more
...just an excuse to get together
mysterious, romantic, and glamorous
zoom out, pull out, and see the direction you're heading
pop stars that slide in the studio discreetly, dirty studios at 4 a.m.
familiar faces blow in and out casually
the rentals are a place, not a band, a place to collaborate ...hang out and create
I don't understand it didn't produce it or create it but she said I directed it
...then the train leaves for Kensal Greene
Donna Matthews, Petra Haden, Tim Wheeler, Maya Rudolph, Damon Alburn, Chris Shaw, Rivers Cuomo, Miki Berenyi, Sean and Paul ...and a hundred others ...all drift in and out
into underground studios all over London ...briefly in New York, Los Angeles and Boston
the century closes down and Matrix is the only place left standing
andy's yelling "come on lads, let's have it!"
boys made the music without expectations ...without inference
later the women arrived ...days months years ...I don't know and he can't remember
the era we are coming into, you can see it from everywhere ...in the clubs, in film, in art
the ability to experience a moment without having to look over your shoulder
sing out of tune, cheat on soul mates, dance wildly, and don't care who's watching
no more endless amounts of sarcasm, irony's lost, bitterness gone, guilt gained/forgotten
you put everything at risk: your money, health, sanity, future and all your relationships, family, friends, old band mates, girlfriends, record execs ...and the music press ...everyone
given shelter, removed, uprooted, and lost ...getting by and breaking through
couch to couch, place to place, studio to studio ...day to day... and disco to disco to disco
high speed photographs taken with hidden cameras ...the pills are in the kitchen
the movement of smoke that slides down your throat ..the relief it brings
drift out somewhere off the main path, away from what you're accustomed to
go out... drop out... phase out... and at 5 in the morning, pick up the pace
poems left on answering machines ...studios built in churches
there's no need to force it... it... it will happen naturally
welcomed, embraced, and dancing without cynicism for the first time in your life
children sing in the afternoon. ...blocks away you slide back into bed with your cats
sleeping in the day ...living and writing at night
shakers and tambourines, electric and acoustic guitars ...old pianos and dime store synths
laughing, singing, jumping, deceiving, and sleeping with you ...I heard you singing
high on the sly with a bottle of Ed's red. it was a passionate scene. that was all about
well ...something, whatever. they criticized. I slid away at the end of the run
...incognito
calm and peaceful
with not much to go back to ...the pharmacy is low
but there's still time for one more disco
they take you in and say "this is your home," but you know you have to leave
the alarm keeps going off ...and you keep hitting the snooze
"7 more minutes, please"
..."seven more minutes"

Thanks to Bob Slydell World Tour

we dont really know. maybe kyle could ask matt for us