Stephin also lives in LA, now. He talked about the mold problem in his apartment, which is in Echo Park. LA Times catches up with him.
Here is an LA Times review of the show.
I was afraid the show was going to end up as described over at Corporate Casual:
Dear Audience from Last Night’s Magnetic Fields Show at Town Hall,
Fuck you. I hate you. With your glasses and your sweaters and your need to let everyone know that you are enjoying yourselves. Granted, I was wearing glasses and a sweater and enjoying myself. But the thing that really got me was when you would scream and applaud at the beginning of songs with this seeming surprise, as if you couldn’t believe that the Magnetic Fields were playing Magnetic Fields songs?… But some of you were laughing a little too hard, and some of you needed the people around you to understand that you got it a little too desperately.
I actually came to the realization that the indie crowd in LA is more tolerable than elsewhere. There isn’t much pretension and, what I noticed most, there isn’t the requisite hipster uniform. And when Stephin and Claudia were bantering about the Village Voice, there weren’t as many fake laughs as I would expect in other parts of the country. Finally Stephin noted that none of the audience probably cares.
Other notable things:
1. The only time the audience became unbearable was when people started to sing along with “Grand Canyon.” But I think someone told those people to shut up because we weren’t at a Bon Jovi concert.
2. A cell phone went off during the beginning of the first song. They all stopped playing. And then started the song over.
3. California Girls, obviously, was a big hit.
4. We arrived late because we skipped the opening act. The place was packed but the doorman must have liked my face because he said he would find us a place up front. Which he did. We were 4th row.
5. I thought John Woo and Sam Davol (guitarist and celloist? bassist?) were probably music slaves to Stephin that lived in chains in his basement or something… brought out only for recording records and playing live shows. They seem so docile during the show. They don’t get a mic. And they are almost always looking down. I did some research and it turns out that Davol actually has a life and a law degree from NYU. The New York Times actually did a piece on him. I think John Woo still only gets 3 hots and a cot.
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