A ROUND UP OF ALL RECENT REV PERFORMANCES
THE IDEAL HUSBAND on Jimmy Kimmel
THE NIGHT GLEN PEARSON CAME TO OUR APARTMENT on Jimmy Kimmel
LIVE ACOUSTIC CONCERT for KEXP
THE SUBURBS COVER which is not recent but bitch, I can
THE REVEREND - THE MEMO
Caffeine in the morning, alcohol at night
Cameras to record you and mirrors to recognize
And as the world is getting smaller
Small things take up all your time
Narcissus would have had a field day if he could have got online
And friends it’s not self-love that kills you
It’s when those who hate you are allowed
To sell you that you’re a glorious shit the entire world revolves around
And that you’re the eater, and not the eaten
But that your hunger will only cease
If you come binge on radiant blandness at the disposable feast

I think we equate authenticy with like porkpie hats, and farmers market, and like the high cost low stress life peddled by the instagrams of people who live in the Hudson Valley. But autheticity is just an ability to empathize with someone else's truth. We all hold our personal experience as the paragon of authenticity, that's our compass. So someone is authentic if they speak to you, inauthentic if they don't. So to be authentic as an artist is to get on that level with somebody somewhere or ideally lots of somebodies everywhere. But it's so subjective, it's why I might think a band is a bunch of hacks and they might have changed your life. But if a bunch of hacks did change your life, you might want to reconsider your values.
#quotes   #photoshoot  

@therev: dreaming of the day all walls are mirrors and we can selfie forever #futureblessed

this was lost in his instagram purge of two weeks ago but i will #neverforget his resemblance to the skull emoji
ANONYMOUS ASKED: WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT FUNNY OR DIE CLAIMING THE REV RIPPED THEM OFF?
WELL, do i get why they looked at that video and said huh, that looks familiar? sure. do i think that glen pearson ripped. off. funny. or. die? hell fucking no. like you only have to have the most cursory knowledge of him and his like general being to know that he would never. everything they cite is totally generic visual short hand for being in a bar. they enter! they make eyes! they order drinks! anyways, can you even picture him watching a funny or die video? let alone that one which is just like the most gross and reductive representation of that idea. AND LOOK, if you don't believe me, look at glen's twitter. he fucking retweeted funny or die because he thought it was a joke!!! saddest series of tweets ever.
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the save me president spiderman sessions: aka glen pearson terrorizes spotify
"I mean, I honestly just did them to make my TM (Tour Manager) laugh. She loves Ione, and I heard the Ryan Adams album and was like wouldn't it be funny if ... so I did and we threw them on the internet because why not. I mean it was shockingly naive of me but I really didn't grasp what I was getting myself into. I came back and she was like you're on this news source, and that news source, and like fucking USA Today and I had this moment of "oh my god, what have I done." So I took them down, failing to realize that then that'd be a thing."

"Oh, and the dream thing? I don't know. I was being surly. I was mad that I was news, don't we have better things to write about? So I was like alright, if they'll write about this then what else ... and I went and wrote the most absurd, unpublishable, self indulgent load of crap and to my dismay, I confirmed my own hypothesis. It was news."
GLEN ON WHY HE ACTUALLYTOOK HIS IONE JAMES COVERS DOWN

bramblebry:

@jeffertiti: sexting with @therev (x)

super old instagram from glen's longtime bassist, jeff.
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"how does it feel to be the reverend?"
"honestly it feels fucked up."

- behind the scenes of the night glen pearson came to our apartment
Especially the dancing, you know. That began to feel like a fucking cabaret act during my Fear Fun tours. I sort of felt like, maybe they aren't in on the joke anymore. I worry even now that there is a precentage of my audience that thinks I am a pure entertainer in the Barry Manilow mold. It's the difficulty of commenting, of attempting to subvert, if the point is missed does that mean you're just the fucking ham they think you are?
revdaily:
chching:
lazyprojector
nancyfromnow:
Glen Pearson for all the fucking awards.
I will never not reblog this.
GUYS, I DON'T EVEN GET THIS. SOMEONE EXPLAIN.
bb, he is referencing THIS sammy davis jr ad.
thefader:
Lou Reed told The Reverend to take down his Ione James covers in a dream:

I had a very strange dream that I abruptly woke up from around 3am early this morning. I was crab-walking around a neighborhood in New Orleans that, though it does not exist, is a recurring location in my dreams. My childhood friend Brian Kawamura was was telling me I still owed the tennis rental place $7000 when the French psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan was suddenly standing over me, saying over and over, "The only thing crazier than a peasant who believes he is King, is a King who believes he is a King." He put one of those birthday Burger King crowns on my head and out of the clouds a sort of "Switched on Bach" version of "Ode To Joy" began to play. A crowd which had formed around me began to sing along, with tears streaming down their faces. The crowd was obviously hypnotized and I assumed if I crept away discreetly no one would notice. The earth became a sort of treadmill, and though the locations (The Great Wall of China, a McDonald's where I had my 3rd birthday, the town from Michael Haneke's The White Ribbon, Vignola's restaurant in Rockville, Md.), "Ode To Joy" and the crowd remained all around me. All of a sudden it was time to soundcheck, which I was late for, and Barack Obama offered to give me a ride on Air Force One. He told me he needed urgent advice regarding some important policy decisions, and we spent the day in Hawaii playing basketball, petting his dogs, golfing and the like when I, gripped with anxiety, told him I really needed to get to soundcheck so we needed to discuss the ruling of the free world. By this time he had turned into an obscene visage of my Father and said, "I have one injunction for you, son: That you enjoy life. It is by this mandate that all is ruled. It is the true tyranny; the equalizing force that binds us all." I jumped out of Air Force One and landed on top of this massive pink, sparkly, glowing blob that stretched for miles beyond miles, covering entire cities, and I had to keep gulping down chlorophyll because the thing was emitting insane levels of EMF's, so my mouth and hands were stained dark green. Down inside the blob I could see thousands of familiar faces and one of them was Lou Reed on a catwalk hand-cuffed to supermodels who had adopted babies handcuffed to them and Lou said, "Delete those tracks, don't summon the dead, I am not your plaything. The collection of souls is an expensive pastime." Then I woke up.