Sometimes I rage about all the hipsters who worship Thom York and his asshole personality, extending their admiration of his talent to his dick tendencies and praising him for being incredibly rude to interviewers, refusing to answer perfectly harmless questions.
“What a shitty interviewer,” is what it usually boils down to. “He/she deserved it. You tell ‘em, Thom York! What a badass. I wish everyone were more like Thom Yorke.”
But then I remember how much I love Quentin Tarantino, asshole demeanor and all, and how I’d give close to anything to be his friend despite his notoriety as one of the world’s most massive douchebags. Perhaps talent really does overrule awful personality these days.
Where are all the roly polies?
