In the last few weeks I lived in Austin, I spent a lot of time listening to Bradford Cox’s solo stuff while cooking in the kitchen. On two separate occasions, my roommate and girlfriend at the time asked me what I was listening to. And when I told them, they said, “I don’t like this.”
I said: “OK!” because I hadn’t asked in the first place, and because I didn’t know what else to say. I was just making food for myself and listening to some albums I had recently got. It’s not as though I’d sat them down and said, “Now, tell me what you think of this!!!”
Well: it’s been over a year since I left Austin and I’m sitting in my father’s kitchen with headphones on listening to ‘Parallax’ again. I’ll tell you what, I sure do like this stuff!