For some reason, I felt like Mitski would be chill with it, which she was. Well, let’s talk about the album announcement and the reaction from Mitski’s fans. But I’m not here to preach about the internet. You delete it and people are like, “Why did you delete your Instagram?” That is enough proof for me that it’s a problem. that it gives you this false sense of, “I’m in touch with people!” They don’t care. You realise, just from sitting there, scrolling, not talking, seeing pictures of people I haven’t seen in years. I got rid of Facebook and Twitter a long time ago. There are problems in the world that I have a problem with, but the way that the internet is… I tend to be in my little hovel and I’m not on social media any more. I think people are drawn to your music because it lets them pull back and see some objectivity in small observations. There’s something calming about the literal nature in which you write.
Now it’s on a scale where there’s a lot of people reading your diary. I don’t have a lot of emotional outlets like that. I wasn’t trying to say, “Fuck my dad, bastard!” But instead of being able to have the guts to go, “What’s up, dude? You’re dying,” I was like, “Maybe we can figure this out?” The fact that you were open about your family history and your absent father on the last record, did that become difficult to talk about in the press? With other music, I’ve always thought that if it’s vague enough that I can layer it onto my life, it’s cool. Maybe it’s because I’m not a good lyricist but I keep it vague. People can do whatever they want, say whatever they want, but I’m gonna make it. I just wanna make music, hide in my little garage and I’ll just die someday. It makes me feel like I’m not wasting my life away. I assumed this record would pop up, fly under the radar, maybe some people listen to it.
I’m in a place right now where I just don’t care. Pretty fucked up to think 10 years since I put out a CD-R in Vancouver. Is there self-doubt? Do you feel like you have to do something unexpected? What’ s contributing to that neurosis? You’re approaching the 10th year of your career. But I remember being stressed out mixing it, I tell you. Then I got into this circle where I was trying to perfect something that was supposed to be imperfect – perfectly crappy… I haven't even listened to it since I made it so I don’t remember what it sounds like. The concept of the record was that I didn’t wanna make a perfect record. You learn so much and then you’re left with too many options. It’s just being like, ‘What the fuck?! NO!’ Not being able to make the call. You’ve said that you went a little crazy making your new album. I haven’t been able to find it.” It smells of studio and hard work, I say, to relax him. “I had a couple oranges… I remember dropping one of them. “It always kind of smells weird in here, I’m sorry,” he begins. He looks like he’s trying to shield himself from attack, his body language screaming: ‘Don’t do it.’ At times he lights a cigarette and then crosses his arms while inhaling, his shoulder turned towards the door.
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So perhaps unsurprisingly, Mac doesn’t seem keen on the idea of an interview today, even in the comfort of his Echo Park home.Īfter leading the way to his studio via the kitchen and the pool (surrounded by ashtrays piled with fag ends), the 28-year-old curls up, legs crossed in the opposite direction, as far away as possible on the other end of a couch.
The online furore grew until Mitski felt compelled to clarify that, as grateful as she is for the support, it feels terrifying to have lots of strangers acting on her behalf in ways she’d never act herself. It’s the day after his fourth album Here Comes the Cowboy (featuring lead single ‘Nobody’) was announced, sparking outrage among fans of Mitski, whose album Be the Cowboy (also featuring lead single ‘Nobody’) topped numerous best-of-2018 lists. One says, “SASSY.” The other, “STRESSED OUT.” It’s safe to assume the former belongs to Kiera McNally, the Canadian songwriter’s long-term girlfriend. Next to the front door of Mac DeMarco’s home in Los Angeles hangs two sets of keys with matching lanyards. But after 10 years of singing about growing up, he’s become a homebody just trying to keep his head screwed on. Mac DeMarco made his name as the ‘lovable prince of indie rock’: a chain-smoking, whiskey-fuelled joker who can’t help having fun on the road.
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