Published Sep 01, 2000Who are you?
Leslie Feist of Feist/Szigeti and guitarist in Royal City.
What are you up to?
In September, touring cross-Canada with my buddy and collaborator Daddy Szigeti to release both of our albums on Bobby Dazzler through Outside. October, touring again to release the Royal City album out on Three Gut Records.
Hometown and current HQ:
Hometown: Calgary but I ended up in Toronto.
Field recordings, Digital High 8 video, Toni Morrison
Mind-altering work of art:
Most memorable/inspirational gig:
Through some fuck-up, Feist ended up opening for our waitress at a strip mall pizza joint in Kalamazoo. It was "Middle Earth"-themed with Hobbit and dragon shit everywhere. One of them swiped my guitar, too.
What should everyone shut up about?
I stayed with a woman in Cuba who was trying to convince me that all the chickens and cows run free and frolic around in the countryside there. She almost had me convinced until we saw the chicken wagon bumping down the street with wings and beaks squished out between the slats. Don't believe what Cuban women try to tell you about meat.
Legs / arms.
Your vital daily ritual:
Being Bitch Laplap in the Peaches project.
If I wasn't playing music I would be
Living underground in a small cave growing moss and mining quartz.
Your most memorable day job:
As many shitty things you can think of to buy, that's as many shitty things as I've sold.
Best/worst advice received:
Pretty is as pretty does.
I would drop everything to play a benefit for:
Public housing and libraries.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
The Apostle of Hustle.
What personal trait would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed? And have you?
In either situation: if they didn't know what a G minor augmented diminished quantized ollie airwalk kickflip in 6/8 was, they'd have to go.
When I think of Canada, I think:
Strategically, so I can have breakfast in Calgary at my mum's and dinner in Regina at my grama's.
Music and sex: Is there a difference?
Differences aside, the first time music and sex fused for me was a Grade 8 lunch hour in the ping-pong table room. Someone had a tape of George Micheal's "Faith" and I secretly got all wigged out while I danced around like an idiot wondering what this sex stuff was all about.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
1) I got down with Gonzales. 2) By Divine Right was staying at this courtyard/palm tree hotel in San Francisco and one night this smooth suit-sporting guy asked me up to a party in one of the rooms. I didn't know it was Dr Dre was until later that night and I only stick to this story because no one believed me.
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Though she'd probably say "oh shut up" I think my mom wants to move in with me and learn how to play drums and leave the bank forever.