My pal Alexander fronts antirockstars, and he asked that I share this video. I get a few requests to share things, most of which are not my cup of tea, and while the music is decidedly not Madonna or Ella Fitzgerald, there’s room enough for some diversity here (and I never claimed to have any musical taste), so give this a whirl. More compelling, and surprisingly moving, was the accompanying video. Give me a teddy bear as a supporting player and I’m all over that shit. Give me a cute cuddly couple in the first flush of love, and I’m even more entranced. But give me an interlude of death and a baby scythe, well, it’s all over. Sign me up and call it a day.
For more of antirockstars and Alex, check out his website here. This is, in his words, what antirockstars is all about:
You may be wondering, what does antirockstars mean and why am I going by that name? It’s my opposition to the vulgar excesses and disingenuousness that all too often accompany rock music. It’s a chance for me to be me and to do what I want musically. I have no handlers, no image-makers, no men in suits marketing me to kids in jeans. I’m not doing this to get rich or to get girls. I’m an artist who wants to share his art with those who are receptive to it and who are touched by it.
That’s the kind of artist I like, and the artists I’ve always admired are those who have a drive and determination to create not for money or fame or fortune, but because it makes them feel alive.Back to Blog