BLAH BLAH BLAH Local author Kim Cooper has written a book on the making of Neutral Milk Hotels In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, often considered the masterpiece of the Elephant 6 collective (see also Apples in Stereo, Olivia Tremor Control). Like the 98 album, her book part of the 33 1/3 series of pocket-size LP histories is a sleeper, outselling the series Springsteen and Bowie books!
You edited the anthology Bubblegum Music Is the Naked Truth. Whats the E6-bubblegum connection?
COOPER: Bubblegum is a geeky, joyful, unselfconscious scene, and so is Elephant 6. None of the Neutral Milk Hotel players were at all cool, and they were flabbergasted when cool kids started turning up at their shows. (Which happened for the first time in L.A., actually.)
Get much fan mail? Ive received lots of very sweet messages from people who were moved by the book. My favorites are the ones that say, I was dreading this book, but I ended up loving it.
Where does Aeroplane fit in the catalogue of Jesus-inspired freak-folk? In the annex where faith is more implied than slathered, and all people are welcome who have ears to hear.
Will you tour? Heres a scoop: Ive just teamed up with filmmaker Chris Dortch to make an Elephant 6 documentary, and we plan to travel to many important places in the E6 mythos. Ill set up readings in as many of those towns book or donut shops [as possible].
Final thoughts? This book surprised me by being not so much about a rock band but about friendship and love and faith and art. Cooper reads at Vromans in Pasadena, Saturday, 4 p.m., with Ben Sisario, author of a Pixies Doolittle tome. (Kate Sullivan)
THURSDAY, March 23
The Subways at the Troubadour
The Subways are young, attractive and British. But that only gets you so far up the charts these days, so its lucky that the band play hormonal, yelping, unbridled rock, the kind only teenagers can pull off with any kind of credibility. The three-piece are touring the U.S. to promote their youth-cultishly-titled album, Young for Eternity, fueled by the success of the single Rock & Roll Queen. The song is a pleading, manic exaltation that, like any good rock number, is volatile, rough around the edges and just under three minutes. Stylistically, the rest of the record doesnt hold it right there and keep doing what its doing, so its still unclear whether this teenage thrill will get grounded somewhere between, say, the Vines Highly Evolved and the Von Bondies Cmon, Cmon. This show is sold out. (Tracy Moore)
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