Seismic Rad-Libs: Mike Hadreas (AKA) Perfume Genius
Seattle has a secret … and he goes by the name Perfume Genius. Coined as lo-fi and praised by many. His new LP “Learning” has garnered rave reviews and Matador Records has backed him 100%. Mike Hadreas is about to add more cred to the already established resume of Seattle’s thriving music scene, and will kick it all off here in his home town of Seattle tonight at The Crocodile. Get your tickets now…this could be the talk of the town afterwards…don’t miss out! Let’s read what Mikes Rad-Libs are all about.
I have no time for: Eminem. Why doesn’t he just get a job at Boss Wear, that place in the mall that sells huge t-shirts. If people wanted to hear his bullshit then they could go do it in Boss Wear over an Orange Julius. Ambien? What the fuck? Did you relapse on Lunesta? Were you hella sleepy? Suck it.
Reminiscing about my past makes me: Certain memories can either be really harrowing or hilarious depending on your spiritual condition. A lot of the things I did fucked up fall in to this category.
The Name Perfume Genius came from: Something my friend Caralee said while we were watching an awful movie. She kept squinting at the screen and saying “This guy thinks he is some kind of fucking Perfume Genius.” She would be silent for a minute, then start-up again: “Hey Mike, I wonder what this Perfume Genius will do next.”
I like the way: Shyyyaaamalannnn. Shyyyaaamalaaan. I like the way his last name sounds, I like to whisper it in my boyfriend’s ear really slow. I am going to see that Devil movie tonight, it’s going to be terrible and I’m super pumped. Shyamalan.
Stardom makes me: Man, I have no idea. I can’t answer that! I hope stardom, if it happens, means super high thread count sheets. Thats the goal.
My album “Learning” is: About a half hour-long, which is one episode of Friends including commercials. CHANDLER
Religion: Unclear. I pray a lot, to nothing in particular. Just, you know, God. I guess that’s something.
Gay Marriage is: Gay Marriage is Gay Marriage.
A perfect meal to me consists of: TRUFFLE. Truffle salt, truffle oil, truffle time. I have only had one meal with actual truffles on it and I almost wanted to just save them in a little coke baggie to smell in times of crisis.
Matador: Has treated me really well and has been an incredibly lucky and insane opportunity.
Attention makes me: Recoil and then hope for more.