The guest this week is an old friend of mine and an author. David Friedman lived in Portland in the early 90s, and I met him at the now mythic Telecafe.At the time he was recovering from his rock star status and writing fiction. Today he has a book out, a novel, called Rat House. This is a cool novel, a bleak novel, a rock and roll novel. As one reviewer at Amazon put it, “If you ever wanted to know what it’s like to have nothing left to lose, what it’s like to dream of turning this nothing into rock and roll, then this book is for you. David Friedman, of Meat Cigars fame, remembers the depravity and debauchery of almost rock godhood so you don’t have to.”
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Here’s an excerpt from David Friedman’s book:
I’d been drinking for three days straight. The tour had taken a lot out of me and I didn’t want to be in the same room with the band. Unfortunately, Eugene wanted to talk about our upcoming gig. I slouched down in my seat and sucked on a beer to try to kill my hangover.
“The Northwest Music Association showcase gig is at The Vogue next week,” he said standing in the living room, our instruments and amps forming a sei-circle around the drums. I looked at each of my band mates, in turn, to see their reactions. There were nods from each, although those nods signified nothing, more like a conditioned reflex. They didn’t know what was on the line.
“This gig is our make or break moment. It is sink or swim,” he said.
In this episode you’ll hear The Meat Cigars’ “Mister Squiggly,” “Underground,”and “Brain Death.” You’ll also hear a clip from Frank Zappa’s cover of the Led Zeppelin hit “Stairway to Heaven,”the Ukulele Clan’s cover of Dire Straits’ “Money for Nothing,” and a string quartet cover of Nirvana’s “Smells like Teen Spirit.”