A legitimately awesome interview with ME on a thoroughly great podcast.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihsPVLFUOro&feature=share&fbclid=IwAR20qUjfh8RtAZL00G2SPxiphA9uJrxQWhtvABVjkVz_LgR5ykiAbHl66Mw&ab_channel=DebbieElicksen
Fun story behind this new song. When we play it live, there’s usually a third verse about the Ultimate universe version of Gwen to follow up the first verse’s classic Gwen and the second’s Spider-Gwen.
But on record, that felt too long for the kind of song this is. A verse had to be cut, and it made sense to cut the Ultimate verse since Marvel eventually decided to do away with the Ultimate universe. The reasoning even seemed similar: it was just too much.
Also, no one knows how we got the guitar tone we did in the studio. Our producer accidentally had two separate amplifiers running, but it somehow worked out for the sound.
Gwen! Stacy!
We're going out for coffee. She's counting every bean. I'm dreaming up a movie, and she's stealing every scene. She walked into my story just to write a whole new part. She lets me crawl across the walls of her spectacular heart. She's banging on my mind like a spider on the drums. She's a dextrous danger when her rhythm comes. She's set up in my soul, and she's swinging from the ceiling! She's got a sting in her song, and she's spinning up a feeling.
Bonus Question!
Gwen Stacy!
Oh, my days. That show at The Duke. Our drummer was out of town, and the bassist and I looked for substitutes separately. I got some offers, but when bass man Shaheen said that he had a friend, I thought that that'd be the most elegant solution. He came over to practice with the two of us on the Thursday night before the show, and all seemed primed for a smooth performance. On Friday around noon, I get a call from a private number in response to the Craigslist post I'd made for the drummer search. I tell the guy that the position's been filled and think nothing more on it until the following hour when Shaheen tells me that his friend has chagrined him by backing out. I can't call the last guy back because the number's private. I get in touch with the first guy who'd offered in the previous week, and he responds around 5:00. But he's excited, and he says that he can make it to our practice place by 6:45 from his base in Oakville. And he drives, which means that I won't have to pay for multiple 20-minute Uber van trips to transport all our drum stuff. However, I'm still dealing with the fact that my voice inexplicably started to get hoarse at Thursday's practice. It's not generally a thing that happens to me. When we get to the venue, I can barely speak, and I'm not supremely confident in my ability to get through the whole set. But whatever! We sit through two bands, which gives my throat some rest. When it's time to set up, we can't find my snare drum stand and assume that we've left it at my place. We borrow one from another band, who also lends a bass amplifier because the venue isn't equipped to allow direct input from the bass, which has historically been the norm. I make it through the set, and it's a good one. Though I announced my voice troubles, I'm told that it wasn't noticeable. We pack up and drop things off at my place, where we realise that the snare drum is still missing. We talk to the organiser and the other bands. We even drive back to the venue. No sign of it.
On Saturday, I can't really speak at all, which I expected before the show even started, and I go out to buy a new snare stand. But I'm still probably ahead of the game because I didn't have to pay for those long Uber van rides. And that drummer's a solid dude. Perhaps we'll jam again.
So yeah. Good times. And I mean that.
Bonus Question!
Best duke?
