Thar he blows!
Feb. 21st, 2006 04:29 amIt's always the quiet ones. If you're familiar with Franz Ferdinand then you'll know the lead singer, Alex Kapranos, is normally the epitome of good manners and humour, his feathers seem impossible to ruffle. Admittedly he did effectively call Liam Gallagher 'a girl', but that's an old thing between the bands so almost doesn't count. Pester Franz about sexuality, private lives, RPS, and they've normally taken it in their stride, they'll mind their language on live Beeb interviews...
Apparently there's a free mag called The Fly. Original post is here. If the journalist had spent the interview trying to get a rise then he/she succeeded. If not... that must have been a surprise:
Ahh, and there speaks the man who has grown up in Glasgow. Bless.
And I'm only up because this fucking chi-squared refuses to minimise. But I shall prevail... *stalks off*
Apparently there's a free mag called The Fly. Original post is here. If the journalist had spent the interview trying to get a rise then he/she succeeded. If not... that must have been a surprise:
We suggest that such a successful career might have been helped along by a degree of calculation – they’re clearly intelligent fellows, after all. We sense blue touch paper has been lit. Alex struggles briefly to control his exasperation. : "It... it... it... ...no! Quite simply no! What is calculated? How can anything be fucking calculated? That really winds me up. You know, to do something with as much passion in the way that we do it, just because we put a bit of fucking effort into it, just because we don’t pose for photographs with a bottle of Jack Daniels or a bit of smacky tin foil in front of us, doesn’t mean that we’re fucking calculated. No, it really really fucking winds me up. It really really does wind me up. Just because I’m not having some affected waster lifestyle doesn’t mean that I’m calculated in what I’m doing. I’m fucking five thousand times more passionate about this stuff than all those other cunts are. So yeah, it really winds me up..."
Ahh, and there speaks the man who has grown up in Glasgow. Bless.
And I'm only up because this fucking chi-squared refuses to minimise. But I shall prevail... *stalks off*