Transcript time!

Artist on Artist: Daryl Hall and Patrick Vaughn Stump

Posted: to MySpace here. Filmed sometime last summer.
Download: here. 88MB .mp4, not zipped.
Warning: There are a couple of editorial comments. Because I'm an opinionated fuck, not a professional transcriptionist.

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Patrick: Hey what's up, MySpace; I'm Patrick Vaughn Stump, I'm in a band called Fall Out Boy, and I'm here with Daryl Hall, and you are watching "Artist on Artist." [nb: looool "artist on artist".]

[Cheesy intro animation including microbios. "Daryl Hall: the 'rock and soul' icon has built on his hit-making career to find true staying power. myspace.com/hallandoates." "Patrick Stump: the Fall Out Boy frontman, music composer, and rhythm guitarist has expaned [sic] into producing other bands too. myspace.com/falloutboy."]

Daryl: So Pat--so, as a musician, what kind of things move you to write mu--what moves you to write songs?

( Daryl Hall says 'motherfucker' at one point. Seriously. )

That was so awesome and so awkward at the same time, what. Also, I looked for Patrick on Live From Daryl's House and didn't see the episode. Maybe it's to-be-added or something. *SHRUG*

This is a DW-origin crospost, oh noes. Feel free to comment on LJ or the original post here.

1. I'm trying to find a car to rent for my trip in October, but the reasonably-priced place with a drop-off location in Prince Rupert (I'd drive up there, leave the car, take the ferry back) doesn't seem to have any cars on the days I need one. I'm pretty sure it's a system error, because every single location in Vancouver cannot possibly be rented out on October 5, but seriously.

2. So, yeah, our provincial government is composed entirely of assfaces. "It's Warm in Jail, and There's Toilets." Proposed legislation would give the government power to force people off the streets and into shelters and/or jail cells during "extreme weather." We have extreme weather in February, right?

3. estrellada and I re-dyed my hair last night with Punky Colour's ebony dye, which is actually just a really dark blue. Hopefully it will fade blue rather than green (it should, it's blue dye mixed with purple, so. COLOUR SKIENCE). Anyway.

4. I'm re-reading The Gates of November. Nnnnnn things about Soviet-era Russia.

5. Oh my gosh tomorrow and Wednesday are the union bylaws convention. IT'S GONNA BE A PARTY with lots of misogyny and general old boys' club fail. But also free lunch! Whoo! *\o/*

This is a DW-origin crospost, oh noes. Feel free to comment on LJ or the original post here.

1. OH PATRICK. *facepalm*

2. Basic thoughts from the weekend (did another hook pull, on a deserted island with about thirteen other people this time--completely different experience): everyone is strong; I should not be afraid of the dark (though I'm pretty sure I'm totally justified in being terrified of getting trapped in my head with myself); boundaries--they're what's for dinner!

3. I have so many things to do today, ugh. I guess I should start doing them.

This is a DW-origin crospost, oh noes. Feel free to comment on LJ or the original post here.

Two oldish/obscure FOB interviews: Joe (December 2003; notable for Joe wanting you to say no to heroin!!!), and Patrick (February 2005; notable for being conducted during the UK tour where Pete wasn't, and also for Patrick being a rambling rambler who rambles and makes no sense. And Prince).

I suppose it's good I found these, not just 'cause they're neat, but because I went to put them in my FOB ma.gnolia, and discovered that ma.gnolia is no more. It would've been nice of them to e-mail me with this news. At the address I supplied to them every time I logged in to the damn thing. Ugh. So many random interviews, gone. And some good non-LJ fic, too. Bleh.

In another vein: "Sizeism in Fandom - My Thoughts," a post prompted by an spn_j2_bigbang story that I saw, upchucked a little over, and then didn't say anything about. I'm wondering why I didn't, now.

(Also, tiiiiiny quibble with the above post--she says we talk about gender in fandom, but we don't. We really don't. Recently, somebody posted a whinier version of my ancient open letter regarding "genderswap"--??? We don't talk about gender in fandom. We talk about sexism, feminism, misogyny, gender in our source texts, and whatever the fuck "community of women" means, but we don't talk about gender in fandom itself. If we talked about gender, we wouldn't be talking about cisgender women all the time. Just saying.)

( note to self: regarding october trip. )

I need a "gender rights are human rights" shirt. And this one.

Guess who didn't finish the fic they said they were going to finish the other day? You only get one guess, so make it count.

( consolation prize. )

Anyway. I realized that I kind of screwed up in the disclaimer for "Can't Get Out," saying that Pete's probably never had gender dysphoria. I mean, I think that's true, but it has led to the assumption that the story is about gender dysphoria, when it's really more largely about body dysphoria, which I didn't mention in the disclaimer because Pete has totally admitted to having had body dysphoria. So.

That was totally unimportant. I was just jonesing for some pedancy, and lo, I had Post an Entry open in a tab. Whatever.

This (click the text link to "part one" first; also, his little backpack!) and these are making my day, incidentally. The Pete & Patrick Shew exists!

(Patrick apparently sounds fresh on "Tiffany Blues." I'm pretty excited for this album, not gonna lie.)

The behind the scenes video for Pete and Patrick's appearance on Ryan Seacrest's radio show is incredibly precious (for reasons including Patrick looking sleepy and shaving, and having to look up at Pete during the requisite banter. I don't know. I have an unrealized-until-recently thing for height differences. Who knew).

Pete: I'd vote for Patrick Stump, and then--
Patrick: You look like the Unabomber right now; I don't know if you guys remember that [addressing the viewer].
Pete: --that's not a very nice thing to say. I was about to say that I'd run for President, and have you as my Vice President--
Patrick: Oh I'd do that in a second.
Pete: Yes, and obviously I'd be assassinated and you'd end up being President.
Patrick: I'd do that in a second, but I'm sure that when we're campaigning before, like in the primaries, I'd say all this mean shit and then have to be like, "Uhhh...he's a great man."

I'm sure it goes without saying that I'd read it. So hard. Yeah. Just go watch the video, and then listen to the interview if you have fifteen minutes you don't want to spend replaying "that's not a very nice thing to say." Because! It's cute!

In other news, I'm doing some fall cleaning of my FOB folder, and I've found some unused stuff from "Stranger Things," which I will post later on tonight (lyrics! Interview snippets! Pete's POV crap!). Or soon, actually, since Supernatural is on in half an hour.

The made-up fandom verb "chinhand" has returned to my flist, and I am pleased by this.

My ten favourite MG/B songs post has turned into a miniature primer. At least there aren't any pictures?

(Yet. Argh.)

Late to comment as usual, but: Patrick, Patrick, I could read your ramblings for DAYS. Seriously. His hot, intelligent, thinky little brain, you guys.

It's interesting to me that people wish he'd been doing this many and these kinds of interviews all along, because really--who wants to hear an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old spout off about art and product? These opinions and beliefs and philosophies have been percolating all these years, and frankly I think, in today's Western culture, it's a rare person who should be taken seriously* (as an artist or otherwise) before they're twenty-one or twenty-two. That's just my opinion; I could be wrong.

And now I have to go to work. Where I drive a bus. Because I flunked out of college. It's all relative, yo.


*For values where "taken seriously"="get to be famous/published/recorded/etc." Because I'm not a complete asshole, and I was a teenager who liked to spout off about art and product, and while my opinions were valid among my friends and the adults who supervised us, I did not in any way deserve to be on television or get a book deal; I'm just saying: I didn't really know what I was talking about, and neither do 99% of kids these days.

My computer is being dead. On the wee laptop instead, argh. Have to take the big one in to someplace and get it looked at. All I want is my writing. 80% of my music is on my external hard drive, and the rest is all new stuff (mixtape, etc.) that I can easily track down. This is so fucking annoying.

Cheering: Patrick, it's amazing how you always turn out to be way more like my personal canon than fanon, every single time. No, really. (I love the undercurrent of True Friendship through the first half of the article--Joe and Andy, guys, awesome. And Pete is just. Oh, Pete.)

Sigh. Sigh.

( when patrick met amelia. saved to google docs, thank the gods of redundancy gods. )

Happy VD!

Fall Out Boy Does Comics. Oh my fucking god, are you serious, Andy Hurley? I kind of love the art already (Patrick, throwing horns, oh maaaan); it will make a wondrous addition to my "Artist's Rendering Of FOB" icon collection. *DIES OF AWESOME*

(The only thing better would be the magical realism cartoon show. For reals, guys.)

Almost done het fic! I think!

I don't have much of the embarrassment squick--like, I don't care if Real People read Fic about themselves (or the characters they portray/write, etc.), or talk about it of their own volition, or if the fourth wall gets broken in fic, but lord it makes me uncomfortable when fans force the Real People to respond to fic, fandom, blahblahblah.

I mean, obviously this is pretty awesome because Alex and Vicky T seem largely unconcerned (beyond Alex always being the bitch; poor boy!), but wow. A lot of the time, there is more obvious discomfort (Patrick, omg poor Patrick) or even outright hostility (hai Ryan), and that is less than awesome? Yeah. Whatever.

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I don't really mean to update every single day. It just kind of happens.

Anyway. Thnksgvng fr th mmrs (even though real Thanksgiving was a month ago and I didn't even get any turkey because my parents were too tired to do dinner after their anniversary party. WHATEVER GIVE ME MY TRYPTOPHAN AND CRANBERRIES).

FOBR blog:

"happy thanksgiving to those of you that are addicted to turkey- whatever to the rest of us who never would have sent blankets with smallpox in them around as gifts."

OH PETE.

(The ever-so-awesome estrellada is going to watch the "sex tape" for me. And unlike you dirty freaks, she won't wank. Because she is an upstanding and moral citizen. RIGHT?)

eta: Gabe on the future of CDs (bleak). Could use a quick third-party edit, but nonetheless a pretty decent piece. High fives, padre.

PS: What I don't understand about the IOH special release is--why did they leave the stupid robot voice on "It's Hard To Say 'I Do'"? WHY? Also! Pete singing on the live "Thriller"! HOW SO ADHORRIBLE!

PETE. Nobody's going to write porn about somebody walking in on you while you're jerking off in the front lounge, so SHUT UP ABOUT IT. OTOH, I do enjoy the TMIing when you're on painkillers. You are adorable.

(Actually, I bet the internets five dollars there are seven stories within the next week. Only four of them will be readable. Only two will actually be hot. I will be sad and wish someone would write the Travis/Matt vidchat/bathroom sex epic instead.)

1. Eight Stages of Bandom by makesomelove.

2. "The Joy of Looking" by Stephen King. Is linked at the end of the thing above, but worth a read regardless of whether you click on the thing above or not. It's basically about how, you know, the kick of joy you get from something is GOOD, and worth experiencing, no matter the artistic merit of the original thing. I make no sense. Read the column.

3. Hee! Argyle seat riding breeches. Oh awesome pants (literally). I might need them, if they still have them when I am a 26R. Even though the navy ones still have pink. I don't really care at this point. They give me a kick of joy. eta: And hey! It's my birthday! I'm taking my discovery of these pants as Pete's the universe's present to me. Thank you, Pete universe!

4. What's going on with Vicky T? Because I have a magnificent brain, I think I figured out that someone somewhere is disputing her crediting Ashlee and Patrick on one of her new songs? Bzuh?

5. The loop, see how I am not in it ever (I prefer looking for silly things with argyle on them and finding other magnificent brains to justify my gleeful obsession with, um. Argyle. And also the way Patrick gasps between the lines of the chorus on "Sugar").

Type-up of v.v. short article/interview on the HCT from the June 14 Rolling Stone, in the summer concerts feature. The Cobra gets no love at all. Aw. Poor Cobra.

( a flashy minifestival! )

There's also a very scary-bad photo of Pete and Patrick. Pete's probably going in for a kiss or something, but it looks like he's going to rip Patrick's throat out with his teeth. Noes!