Published Dec 01, 2000Who are you?
Jason Beebout, singist, Samiam
What are you up to?
We are on tour in Canada, working on our van.
Hometown and current HQ:
Berkeley, California, mountain mamma.
Finding some long johns that don't fall off of my ass. It's wicked cold here, eh.
Mind-altering work of art:
"Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory." The part in the tunnel on the boat when Gene gets all weird and says a poem. Real freaky.
Most memorable/inspiration gig and why?
Rush, "Presto" tour, at the Oakland coliseum. I took a bunch of acid, got lost in the bathroom, somehow found my seat, and then those fucking rabbits popped out of the top hats on each side of the stage ( I think ) and all the lasers hit me in the face. I think there was music too. Holy shit, I almost dove off the balcony to see if it was a faster route out of there.
What should everyone shut up about?
Oh, I am so tired of everyone saying "Hey, you are so cute" and "I want to have sex with you all the time" and "I want to buy you lots of things right now." I know, I know. Just shut up and do it.
Your greatest strength/weakness:
My greatest strength is my weakness.
Your vital daily ritual:
Woke up, went to work, came home, ate, drank, slept.
That song "Pretty" by James.
If I wasn't playing music I would be
Your most memorable day job:
Picking up golf balls at the Tilden Park golf course with an orange helmet and a basket. Golf balls really hurt, but golf clubs break rather easily.
Best/worst advice received:
"Is that a cop?" "No dude, that ain't no cop. I can tell by the shape of the headlights."
I would drop everything to play a benefit for
the save Jason Beebout fund.
What makes you want to take it off and get it on?
What personal trait would make you kick someone out of your band and/or bed? And have you?
Violence. Both. Yes.
When I think of Canada, I think
Think of Canada? It's more a feeling really. Kind of squinky, sort of droody.
Music and sex: Is there a difference?
I can't fit my penis through the CD hole, and the player gets all messed up when I cram myself into it.
Strangest brush with celebrity:
My friends played the "Letterman" show. One of the guests made a life size chocolate head of Dave. My friends stole it and I got it. I wanted to shoot it with my BB gun so I put it in the back yard and forgot about it. I went to a party and came home to find that my dogs and some squirrels had eaten most of it. In case you don't know, chocolate ain't good for dogs. They almost died. There was poopy chocolate syrup everywhere. David Letterman, you son of a bitch.
What does your mom wish you were doing instead?
Living in a trailer park in Arkansas with 7 kids and a truck.