Search - Scott Alexander :: Scott Alexander Makes Mistakes

Musically, Scott and I have shared many experiences: thrash-sax driven basement garage rock, offbeat experimental boom box recordings, drop-the-needle-style listening contests, and strolling madrigals. Through all of this, I criticized Scott for his inconsistency, his unwillingness to stray from his own track to earn wider appeal. My frustration peaked after days of pulling teeth in the recording studio resulted in 15 recorded songs (only one made the cut for this album) all of which I hated for months, if not years after the session. Our friendship continued and after numerous conversations about his work with street musicians in LA, his study of ethnomusicology, as well as his conservatory training in classical bassoon and renaissance lute, I found myself unwittingly singing his tunes. I had overcome my neat-freak obsession of stabilizing Scott?s sound to find myself embracing all that I had previously found so offensive. He hasn?t attempted to capture the spirit of every man, but insists that if a song is true, anybody can relate. I have played witness to Scott charging unfazed, full speed, head first, helmet cast aside, into countless mishaps that would leave most disheartened, embarrassed, or at the very least needing a change of trousers. Scott is not fearless; he is not compelled by the adrenaline fix sought by most adventurers. You?re about to find out that Scott Alexander makes music that does not fail to express his longing for the real. Utterly self conscious, Scott?s songs explode ego, baring the bland and bizarre of identity in strip-mauled Middle America. Self-righteous rants, imagined conversations, fantasies, dreams, and outright lies come together to form Scott Alexander?s take on truth. - John Brauer, June 2004