Here is an article froma zine that I typed up some time ago (circa '96 was the Beck/Money Mark/Modest Mouse tour) in which Isaac talks about doing crack, among other things (since people were asking what his stance might be on the drug issue): Modest Mouse interview w/ Isaac by Jimmy Hey(?) from PNNP issue four Modest Mouse likes to take the same gritty alleys to work as Bukowski must have - whenever employed, that is. Like Bukowski, they know how to make the dreary side of dreary seem dreamy. While most working class bands sound like Rocket From the Crypt or Born Against, MM uses pretty sounds that don't seem to fit. While U2 goes on hiatus at the discotheque, MM moves in and brings their own arsenal of tools to make you love them. The word is "common," not "base." enjoy... Jimmy - What's your drug of choice? Isaac - Cocaine's good. I like that stuff. J - Have you ever inhaled Freon or smoked crack? I - Done some crack. It sucked. It was like waiting to get your ass kicked by your dad. I used to have one of those inhalers for whip-its but the fucking thing froze to my teeth. It was locked on too. I thought I was gonna kill myself. J - You got to be careful, it can freeze your lungs. I - I wanted to get it off but it froze my lips to my teeth. J - What was the first guitar you owned? I - Yamaha. My friend, she was maybe gonna get us a guitar and it didn't work out for her. I kinda ripped her off and bought this new guitar from her for $100 bucks. I got a bad reputation like that. I'm getting better, I won't rip my friends off like that. Remember when I ripped you off Trevor? Trevor - Yeah! I - (heartfelt) That sucks. J - Do you go to raves ever? I - Been to a few, we played one. Some after hours party on New Years. Rave on one side, rock on the other. It was fucking horrible. I felt like I ate a handful of mushrooms and was having a real bad time. We didn't play till 5 in the morning even though we were supposed to have our pick of when we wanted to play. We played three and a half songs, knocked over some shit and got cut off cuz the sound guy was all freaked out. "You knocked my mic over man!?! Come on dude!" J - Are you ever coming back down to LA? I - Yeah, we'll come down, kick everyone's ass. We blew Beck off the fucking stage. Homeboy didn't know what hit him. Nah, Beck was fucking great. He was really good. But Money Mark is a fraud. J - Yeah, live he's pretty crappy. I - No, as a human being he's pretty crappy. He's got nothing going for him. J - Why are you banned from DGC? I - Weird, I hadn't heard that. We're banned from DGC? How'd that happen? Maybe because I got in a fight with the Gold Mountain people who are Beck's managers. J - I guess things blow up, you know. I - Well, I'll fucking kick their ass again. I have no problem with Beck, but his people are pricks. There's this rule that most clubs have that the opening band takes care of their business first because it takes only like 7 min. or something. You know, T-shirt sales and everything. I'd rather have sold them myself, but you can't. So I wait in line quite a while to talk to the guy and this girl comes up, pushes me aside and says, "I'm sorry, I have to take care of Beck's business, it'll only take a minute." It takes an hour and fifteen minutes. I'm cool, she was an asshole to the guy who she was dealing with. The next night she tries to pull the same asshole shit and I'm like, "We've been really kosher to you all and you've been a real asshole. Why don't you do some thinking here." And she exploded and I pulled the drunk Irish guy and argued. Then Steve Wool, a guy who was with us, got in it after her manager jumped on me and I was about to sock his fat ass. We stole all of Beck's beer too, though. We didn't steal it, we asked him, "We have to have this beer." J - Was it good beer? I - It was fucking some of the best beer I've had in my life! J - Do you have any guns and how many. I - I have a 20-20. A 30 ought 6 of some sort.(??)[sic] J - Do you ever use it for self-protection? I - Nah... but that would be cool, huh? J - To just straight kill some crazy motherfucker? I - I'm not into shooting people, just things. Just stuff. Objects is cool. Just to watch you destroy something. I like that kind of witchcraft. It's not right for people to shoot at each other. One exception, bad politicians that get paid too much. They fuck up, they get shot at. They should get shot at a lot more because they really are fucking up. Either that or they quit faking like they're doing anything and let me keep my paycheck. Of course, then I'd be able to buy bigger guns. Hot damn! Brian M. - Hey, are you an actor? I - Yeah. B - When are you acting? I - Right now. B - What's your best role? I - Isaac the cock-tamer? B - Who's the only person in the world that you respect enough not to act in front of. That you are just real with. I - Dang, there's a shitload of those people, to be honest. B - Really? That's good. I - Most everyone, I think. I think it's *me* too. *I can't act in front of that guy, it bugs me.* J - This is my first interview I've done, so, I'm struggling here. I - It's all good. The way it is, you and I are just having a conversation here, like shooting the shit. See, you and I are gonna do drugs when we hook up. You like drugs, right? J - Yeah, I love drugs. I - Me too, that's the way to be. You're so close to Mexico too, maybe we should go hook up with Peyote and go to TJ [note: Tijuana] and watch people do it with donkeys or whatever they do. Those heavy hallucinogens are what I'm after but I can never find them when I feel like doing them. ..............................finis... ? __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Thousands of Stores. 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