read it for the articles
Seriously, the pretty ladies are nice and all, but there's a whole lot more going on at SG, too. We put some great stories on the newswire, and the interviews are just outstanding, like this one with Danny Elfman that I read this afternoon.
DRE: Do you have any desire to play live music anymore?
ELFMAN: Not really. Let me put it this way, I have no desire ever to be on an Oingo Boingo stage again.
DRE: Why not?
ELFMAN: I can’t get in front of a stage that loud again. I spent 17 years in a band in front of monitors and it fucked up my ears. It was insanely loud. I was standing in front of four monitors blasting my own voice into my head which has to be louder than the band to be able to sing and hear yourself during these fucking two and a half, three hour shows. Then it all has to be louder than 6000 screaming audience members. Believe me when I say this, it was louder than anything you can imagine. I really got to the point where if I stayed in that environment any longer I would be deaf right now.
DRE: Obviously, that would be highly detrimental to you.
ELFMAN: Yeah and as a result I’ve gotten some pretty shitty hearing levels. Which is a big problem and it’s gotten to be a worse problem as I go. So the thought of getting out into that level, I mean I can’t even take really loud clubs anymore. If I walk into a restaurant or a club where it’s loud it physically hurts. It feels like I’m getting daggers in my head.
The Halloween concert at Irvine Meadows, then at the Universal Ampitheatre, were as much a Los Angeles tradition as anything else here, right up until the farewell show back in 1995. I was holding out hope that there may be some sort of reunion show, but I guess that won't ever happen. Which is fine with me, because I have tremendous respect and affection for Danny Elfman, and hearing is sort of important and stuff.
If you're a fan of Boingo, or any of Danny Elfman's other work, you should seriously check it out. There's a lot of stuff in there about not scoring Spiderman 3, scoring Ed Wood, and how (not) crazy the Boingo days were.
Note: All the SG links in this post are technically safe for work, but it may be a little borderline for some people. You've been warned, so don't bitch at me if your [husband | boss | mother | bartender] bitches at you about it.