So, hey, true story. I was seeing Tapes n Tapes at the Indian Summer festival in Glasgow last September when Josh Grier started tuning his guitar between songs. He was having trouble, and was making up banter to cover it up. Well, let me tell you, ol' Nunpuncher doesn't let a guy get away with weak shit like that. I bare my teeth and go in for the kill. "Get a job!" I yell. And people start laughing at him. "I -- I've got a job!" he yells, dismayed and embarrassed. "I'm going back to it in a week!"
Yeah, nice comeback, Oscar Wilde. Witty repartee, Woody Allen. Way to go, Charlie Chaplin.
So I'm pretty surprised that Tapes n Tapes are even on the road any more. You don't recover from a 100% pure beef Nunpuncher burn just like that. You ever heard of the Withering Sparrows? No? That's because they all hanged themselves after a gig at Nice N' Sleazy, where I made a joke about the drummer's hair. That's how damn good I am.
Don't ask me to repeat what I said. You'll probably try to kill yourself too. So, yeah. I guess I've got to hand it to Tapes n Tapes to conquer what I imagine must be some pretty major demons and get touring again. Just don't come anywhere near Glasgow with any of that poorly-tuned guitar nonsense, y'hear? I've got some dangerous new material, and I'm ready for you. Some of it's about your mothers. I'm warning you, cuz I respect you.
