Dustin Peyseur, From Beach Fossils, on Loving Rock Ladies: "They all make me want to give chocolates and roses endlessly (and then be immediately punched in the face for being a chauvinist pig!)"
Even though they are so cowardly and weak that they ran screaming from their offices yesterday as if a little snow were a nuclear bomb, we still love our friends at eMusic, not least for their tradition of putting together holiday-appropriate featurettes. How else would we have seen a picture of Bon Iver's Justin Vernon as Wayne's World's Garth, right on the eve of Halloween? So of course they were going to ask various indie rockers about their first musical crushes in honor of Valentine's Day. Our personal favorite? The endlessly quotable Dustin Peyseur, of Beach Fossils, who cops to loving lots of different rock ladies:
Dustin Peyseur, sensitive as fuck.
This Valentine's Day, it's a little difficult for me to decide which female to be musically -- and otherwise -- entranced by. From the obvious love I feel when Patti Smith rants on with her Rimbaud-esque poetry, the wild wailing of Lora Logic's saxophone, the sarcastic humor of Ana da Silva and Gina Birch of The Raincoats to the anarcho freak outs by Eve Libertine and Joy De Vivre from Crass, they all make me want to give chocolates and roses endlessly (and then be immediately punched in the face for being a chauvinist pig!) This year, I just want to celebrate all of the women in music who know how to not give a fuck so much that they can't stop caring, and to be perfectly fine with the fact that I'll never be woman enough to be their man.
Bonus points for sensitive-man self-hatred! Dillinger Escape Plan's Ben Weinman shows no such self-awareness, sadly. As you will see.