New Yorker Adam Green started out his career as one half the Moldy Peaches, who had a surprise retroactive hit thanks to 2007 film Juno. But by that time, Green was already a well-established solo artist, veering away from his old band’s endearing anti-folk territory with a style characterized by vulgar and cheeky lyrics while keeping listeners at an arm’s length. That’s not to say Green’s music (and life) hasn’t undergone its fair share of turbulence and change in the ensuing years, however. And he is certainly in a different place from the last time we spoke with him, as evidenced by his sixth solo album, Minor Love, released in February on Fat Possum. Recorded while living in an L.A. pool house in near-isolation, Minor Love shows us a more stripped-down, intimate side of the singer/songwriter. Green will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our brand new Q&A with him.
Green: I find myself trying to clean the scum off the streets. There is a class of people who are total scum. Sometimes they are in it for themselves, and other times they act as the executor of someone else’s master plan. Either way, when you walk around the city, you can witness these seedy scoundrels who prey on those who aren’t willing to put up the fight. I’ve had these scumbags curse at me for not getting excited when they fan their disgusting plumage at me. They come up to me when I’m trying to chill in Chinatown and start peacocking to my face. The other night, I got into a staring contest with some low-life who was doing a tough-love shtick while simultaneously trying to orchestrate a business deal with me. While I admire Jack Daniel for his great skill as a businessman, it’s funny to me that the biggest scumbags are corporate-exec types. This particular class of scum operates on such a low level that they will attempt to suffocate you with their pseudo-passions. Trying to approximate the vigor of an entrepreneur, they will chain you to a post and rape you for their bosses. They are high on head-pats, trapped in a dog-dream wherein the pet suddenly overtakes his master. It’s so hard to clean up the scum because it’s illegal to kill these people and they aren’t always criminals. There is nothing exciting about scumbags, however they can approximate the emotional cues that are commonly associated with excitement. Please remember that these bottom-feeders are rotten to the inner-core. The scumbag is essentially a person whose soul is a fart. Like the dragon who steals the princess and the gold, the scumbag will do anything to acquire and then protect things that they have virtually no use for. Video after the jump.