In case you didn't know, former Guns n Roses' bassist Duff McKagan has a sorta regular column that runs in our sibling publication the Seattle Weekly.
Yesterday McKagan granted an interview to his editor there explaining why he had been missing deadlines and confirming an open secret we reported a while back: he's now some kind of “associate” to Jane's Addiction.
The previous week, though, McKagan's column was all about his recent visit to LA, most specifically to Silver Lake, where he felt like “a dork among hipsters” (his words). Awwwwww…
Here's the best quote from that April 1st column (clearly not an April Fools joke) where McKagan went to see Sea Spin at the Silver Lake Lounge:
As I left that night, I really felt like a cool and relevant hipster with his finger on the pulse of all that was Silver Lake. I even got a “dude nod” from some of the guys hanging out on the sidewalk as I walked out. I am fucking cool!!
Here's our digest of McKagan two latest contributions to the Seattle Weeky:
Yes, I have been busy! Not only do I have a wife and two kids and two dumb dogs, but I have been busy writing music for Loaded, and I started a book. I've also been fielding more than a few phone calls and emails because of my new association with Janes Addiction.
I think people sometimes actually believe that because I was in Guns N' Roses, I must have a money tree growing in my backyard! Daddy (that is what they call me around here) has got to go out and earn a living just like most anyone else!
Something like a chance to write, record, and perhaps even perform with a band of the quality of Jane's Addiction does not come around every day. I have a lot of respect for this band and the guys in it. The music that we have been writing is an extension of that mutual respect.
And from his “Duff's Magical Mystery Trip to Silver Lake” column last week:
For those of you who don't know, the Silver Lake section of L.A. is home to only the hippest and coolest of the cool [WCS Ed's note: 1994 called. It wants its Duff McKagan quote back]. It seems that there is a conscious effort in that part of town to perhaps even shun a “rock” guy like myself. No worries–I had Go Time in tow, and we polished the tops of our shoes to get a better view of our eventual focus for later that night (get it? shoe-gaze?). Again, I was really quite pleasantly surprised. Sea Spin reminds me of early My Bloody Valentine with a somewhat current twist. Really good! As I left that night, I really felt like a cool and relevant hipster with his finger on the pulse of all that was Silver Lake. I even got a “dude nod” from some of the guys hanging out on the sidewalk as I walked out. I am fucking cool!!
Tuesday night I was invited to a friend's birthday party at the ultra-chic Les Deux in Hollywood. I was too afraid of blowing my cover to ask for the address, though. You're just sort of supposed to know where this place is. If you don't? Then don't even bother. But there I was, the guy calling 411 and asking for an address. I had to try about four different spellings before I got it right. [WCS Ed's note: This, of course, was Perry Farrell's 50th birthday bash. Les Deux is how Perry rolls. Welcome to the feather-boa jungle, Duff!]
As I walked up to the doorman, my phone rang. It was my wife asking if I'd fed the dogs and if I was wearing a coat and if I was taking my vitamins and drinking enough water. She loves me. I had to, however, tell her that I had to get off the phone because I didn't want to look like THAT guy–you know the one, the douchebag on his phone going to the door of the cool club. I told her I loved her–in a hushed tone, of course. Yes, you ARE my monkey! Yes, dear, the girls ARE our monkey babies. Yes, babe, the dogs are our monkey grandchildren. “Yes, OK . . . I love you too!” It was time to go be a bad-ass in the mean streets of Hollywood. A master of all he surveys. A man among men. Actually, a dork among the hipsters.