GOO GOO for GA GA

Pitchfork, my one-time indie rock ally, posted an interview with Spoon front man Britt Daniel recently, discussing the band's latest "GA GA GA GA GA", attendance at a Public Enemy show and the art of selecting album art -- according to Daniel, among other weighty material.

Now, I've always, and I mean always, found Daniel to be quite the irksome type -- particularly when performing live. Talking about Chicago like he knew Chicago, acting like the rock-star he wasn't (This is due in-part to the fact that I grew up appreciating how timid the olden days' Jeff Tweedy was on-stage), gesticulating frantically all over the stage, numerous beers in tow, flirting with the young fans in the front row. I could be wrong, but I doubt it.

And, so, I see this headline on the pompous music site for the interview with the guy, thinking, goody. So, I start reading, and my intellect is filled with just what I had expected -- be wary, though, this was just a result of my previous bias. It shouldn't be discredited though, that Daniel had created that bias in me.

Turns out, I enjoyed the interview. Daniel seemed funny. Seemed to be enjoying making a life out of something that so many can't even come close to doing -- making one out of music. No longer was he the guy drinking imported beer after imported beer, leering lasciviously at the girls in the front row conspicuously from on-stage. He was the guy slowly reeling in his hard-fought, hard-won success. He was the guy you thought expected all the success in the world from the start, and suddenly, needs to pinch himself to realize what's happening -- he's become something. And he's doing it in a much more humble than this writer would've expected.

And so, Mr. Daniel, I thought I'd let you know I thoroughly enjoyed "GA GA GA GA GA." Did it have to be in all caps, though? Yes, I guess so.