Hardy Fox, of the avant-garde band The Residents (maybe) (2018)
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What I know of The Residents and their genius is probably best summed up by their Gingerbread Man song / film clip. It's unbelivably haunting if you let it in:
"everybody feeds the fat boy"
Indeed.
Let the rabbit hole take you.
i remember being amazed and disappointed by the Freak Show CD-ROM. amazed because around 1990 there wasn't TOO much like it. disappointed because i KNEW that in a few years the tools would be much better and the production could have been just that much better.
The cool thing about being old is I knew of cool bands before they were well known. And the cool thing about the residents is they remain obscure yet popular. The story I heard was they headed out on the highway in the late 60s, headed for San Francisco. But they only had enough gas money to make it to San Mateo. Or at least that's the story people told in Redwood City.
Every now and again if the wind was just right, you could hear a few bars from "God in Three Persons" on the wind at the corner of El Camino and Roosevelt. Maybe you could hear it better from San Carlos.
I'm fairly certain I met some of them when I schlepped my gamelan up to Alameda to get it tuned. In the next room someone was testing out a gamelan they were going to buy by playing Diskimo.
But I was lucky enough to attend their Valentine's Day concert in Dallas as part of their 13th anniversary tour. Dallas sucked considerably less that evening.
I'm even more in love with the band now, if that was even possible...