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T SUCKED BEING JADED, ESPECIALLY AT THE
age of 23. But jaded I had become, due in part to
a relentless bombardment of mediocre pop punk
as well as the rapid deterioration of my eardrums
(it can't sound good if it doesn't sound at all). Then one
day, out of the blue, Darren from Hopeless Records
called me up to see if I wanted to go check out some
band called Dillinger Four from Minnesota at the
DILLINGER FOUR
Cocodrie that night. "What are they called? They're
from where?" Jaded and skeptical. Try it sometime; it's
a great way to live. Anyway, the other line rang while I
was talking to Darren. I clicked over-it was Jim from
Deluxe distribution and Adeline Records calling to see if
I was going to check out some band called Dillinger Four
from Minnesota at the Cocodrie that night. Hmm. So I
went to the show, and I'm not jaded anymore.
If you pay any attention to the music section of this
mag, then you already know that D4 are indeed from
Minnesota, they play fast, furious, humorous, and
witty punk rock, and they go off so hard onstage that
their fingers bleed. Talk about a great live show, huh?
You'll also already know that their bass player has the
question "How Much Art Can You Take?" tattooed
across his chest. Here's why. -Ryan Henry
Patrick
Bass
Eric
Guitar
Billy
Guitar
Lane
Drums
I was told it would be a good idea to start this thing off by telling you that
my name is Patrick and I play bass in a band called Dillinger Four. So I did.
I was asked if I might write a little something about the phrase, "How much
art can you take?" that I chose to have tattooed on my chest, and what it
has to do with D4. To give credit where credit is due, "How much art can
you take?" is the sole lyric to the song "How Much Art" by the legendary
Boston hardcore band SSD. I think the term "legendary" is corny, but I've
opted to leave it in the last sentence, as it still seems right. I can't
tell you what the phrase meant exactly to the fellas in SSD, as I'm
afraid I don't know them. It's a slow, dirgey, three-chord crawl of
a song with Springa, the frontman, simply screaming the phrase
over and over again. It's actually a really bad song, but I think that
was the point. At this point in history, the question of what art
really is has been debated so many times it's become a cliché
dilemma. t seems to me that art can be anything that is the prod-
uct of a creative inspiration. If a still-life painter is considered an artist, then why not the person who
paints their own home? If a photo of a homeless person can be called art, then why can't the home-
less person be considered an artist? After all, they're the one who created the image. If I decide to sing
a song with a screwdriver in my ass, who's to say that's not art? Maybe it would just be that they don't
"understand" my "art." Why not? How much art can you take? All I can say is you're either in on the
joke or you are the joke. If that's not art, then fuck whatever "art" is. -St. Patrick
"IF I DECIDE TO SING A SONG
WITH A SCREWDRIVER IN MY ASS,
WHO'S TO SAY THAT'S NOT ART?"
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