The more personal songwriting I kept to myself. Humor was just one small part of what I was doing, but for some reason I didn’t always feel comfortable sharing the rest of it. Were you deliberately trying to become the court jester of indie rock, or was the role kind of thrust on you?ī: It was a combination of things. IF SOMEONE’S RADAR ONLY GOES AS FAR AS THE BRADY BUNCH, THAT’S WHAT’S GOING TO GET REFLECTED BACK AT YOU.”īLVR: Your first few albums, like Mellow Gold and Stereopathetic Soul Manure, were made up almost entirely of jokey songs. On occasion, the silence dragged on for so long that I was convinced he’d hung up on me. He spoke in a soft murmur, almost a whisper, and he took his sweet time answering my questions. This interview took place by phone, as Beck was preparing to hit the road for yet another world tour. Or the serious songs are somehow funnier than we realize. How does he do it? How does an artist go from “Satan Gave Me a Taco” to “Nobody’s Fault but My Own” and back again? How does he write lyrics like “Gettin’ crazy with the Cheez Whiz” and then, just a few albums later, “You gotta drive all night just to feel like you’re OK,” and somehow manage to keep a straight face? Unless the funny songs are really meant to be taken seriously. His latest, Guero (Spanish slang for “white boy”), marks a return of the “funny” Beck, with its comic rapping and mariachi-style party anthems. He’s gone from the white-trash rock of Mellow Gold to the earnest folk of Mutations to the silly sex-funk of Midnight Vultures to the down-tempo introspection of Sea Change. Over the course of eight albums, Beck has provided ample evidence of an artist suffering from multiple personalities. The transition happens so seamlessly that it’s often hard to tell where the honesty ends and the comedy begins, or even if there’s a difference (at least in Beck’s eyes) between the two. And then, just as quickly, he becomes a clown again, delighting in ironic detachment and goofy antics. At one moment, he can be almost unsettlingly vulnerable, exposing the raw nerves of his psyche for the world to see. You couldn’t ask for a better (or more confusing) summation of Beck’s musical sensibilities. Beck complained at first, reminding Ferrell, “I gotta play that thing, man.” But before long, he went back to singing with the same thinly concealed grief in his voice. He did an interpretive dance and dry-humped Beck’s pump organ. Mere moments after the song began, Will Ferrell wandered onto the stage in a red spandex unitard. Midway through his set, he played “Lost Cause,” a mournful ballad about divorce and emotional isolation. to the U.S.S.At a recent benefit show in L.A., Beck proved yet again why he’s so difficult to categorize. It's the S the L the I the M Let me tell you what I wanna do, Let me show you that I'm feelin' you Wanna have sex, wanna ride with you Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you Can't get enough of you Always taken enough of you So sweet, So very wet So good, girl you make me sweat Girl I'm talkin' 'bout Peaches and Cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean Peaches and Cream I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean, peaches and cream You know the whole repitwar U.S. Put your hands in the air and represent your clit So all the ladies in the house if your peach the shit Got you legs around my neck and I can't get upĪnd when it comes to eating peaches, shorty we don't play Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up Wanna taste it in the morning when I'm waking up Won't stop girl you know I can't get enough Pitch ya that cause y'all nigga's aint shit Imagine if I was a dude and hittin' cats from the back What bitch ya know that thuggin' like this Kim got em in the zone, beatin they dicksĮven got some ah these straight chicks rubbin' they tits It's even better when it's with ice creamīacktracked show me where the cash, cash cash at I need it cause you know that I'm a fiend Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you
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