#32 Pleasure Barfing with the Plurals
Today on the show, we’re joined by the Plurals from Lansing, Michigan. Hattie, Nich and Tommy put out their first album in 2008 on their label, GTG Records. Since 2011, they’ve been doing DIY, self-booked tours around the United States at least twice a year. The Plurals have known each other since they were teenagers, which is wild! It was a Rich & Rare™ opportunity to talk to such an experienced band, so I had a lot of fun picking their collective brain.
Playing shows on the road for a decade gives you a lot of time to gather up what is one of my favorite storytelling genres: tour nightmares. The Plurals share three excellent nightmares on today’s episode:
- My Girl & I Are Done With Our Room
- The Baseball Bat
- Coke Daddy
Coke Daddy is the “perfect promo piece” for their new album, Swish, which has a song of the same name.
This episode was recorded in August, 2017 in a hotel room in Minot, ND during Why Not Fest. Apologies for the sound quality, which is sometimes a little effed up.
GTG100 on Bandcamp, “the 100th release by GTG Records. Featuring new music from the approximately summer/fall 2017 roster of GTG artists, most of it exclusive/unreleased! Pay what you want, every little bit goes to getting more records made!”
Topics discussed include: Hamm’s beer, puking, brunch, sex toy stores, Saturday night’s Why Not Fest house show, midwest boundaries, Crab Legs, Pass the Flask, cannibalism, Phil Collins, Ionia, Portland, Lansing, Michigan, Weezer, Pixies, Drinking Mercury, City Mouse; the collective & democratic nature of songwriting & arrangement, especially when you’ve known your bandmates since you were a teenager; “Clowns”; weekend tours since 2007, full tours since 2011; the Ramones stuck around & hated each other, Bono can’t play guitar live with U2 since his bicycle accident apparently, Brian Eno, All That You Can’t Leave Behind, death consciousness, Salt Lake City, Utah, Maine, Idaho, Wyoming; Paul Westerberg, Dinosaur, Jr; touring twice a year, making friends on tour, getting older, Facebook Memories, groceries, plants, flexible jobs, cover gigs at bars are a prank on the audience, tour tips, health, nutrition, exercise, sleep, punk houses, camping in Montana, motion sickness, sleeping in the car, favorite cities and types of venues, Minneapolis, San Pedro, Trenton, Jacksonville, DIY spaces, the Sanctuary in Detroit; money for draft beer, no money for the band; dive bars with regulars who are into it, tour nightmares, LaPlace, Slidell, Louisiana, Hurricane Katrina, flood damage, van broke down, sketchy hotel, barricaded door, cockroaches, burnt spoon, angel in a cowboy hat, gas in your carburetor, the mechanic who did lights for a Blind Melon tour and was apparently Shannon Hoon’s roommate, too obscure to be a lie, the baseball bat in Trenton, face wounds bleed way worse than they look, mosh pits, partying, Joe, Dale, Bill, Nashville, Burn Burn Burn, like an extra in a Rancid music video, neck brace, Taylor Swift, stand-up comedy, ju jitsu, peer pressure sucks, Rich & Rare, garbage butt whiskey, edgelords, sometimes dead is better, Swish, 4th record, recorded at Omni Sound in Nashville, Jewel, GTG Records, GTG100, g2g, gotta go, chatspeak, 100 releases, Good Time Gang, Johnny Unicorn is a genius and a top-tier friend, Nora on the Johnny Unicorn Show, Johnny on Prairie Goth.
I was trying to swim across the river with you
Hang on to the yellow scaffold
But they would catch us every time
All the power you held and shared with me
Couldn't keep them away
My memories slaughter me
You and I drove around and around
the fenced off wild
We drove up the
Hill to the university, parked outside
Their dorms and laughed in the rain
I felt optimistic
I wore her clothes, she's married now
Has a baby. I haven't seen her
Since I was a teenager, might never see
Her again. I'll never see you again.
I watched your parents’ Facebook
during the hurricane. wanted to know
they would be safe. I looked
again the other day. Your
dad is reading the same things as I am,
sharing the same links, the new Coates,
still as angry about white supremacy as I am.
The racist priest at her wedding. I'll never
see Her again. I'll probably see You only
As many times as I can count on my hand.
I hate Being
alive in the hot tub
Too many words
You can't always tell
Who's hiding what inside
What they can't even see about themselves
You Carried Me
I Didn't Carry You