Monday, April 16, 2007
Based on her music alone, the stage name "Pink Nasty" seems like a misnomer. The doe-voiced lyrics aren't particularly "nasty," nor are the blue-tinged ballads. But being a modern musician requires more than just solid music - you gotta have personality. Enter Her Nastiness. As the sister of Wichita shock-rapper Black Nasty, Pink - a.k.a. Sara Beck - is understandably tortured by her own set of Freudian neuroses. Our podcast finds the gigglesome Beck matching her brother's too-hot-for-television banter tit-for-tat. Hot topics include: Pink's adventures with Bonnie Prince Billy, her new record "Mold the Gold," and salty balls in the summertime. If randomness is a chubby baby, Pink Nasty is most definitely its baby daddy. We caught up with Pink via a crappy cell-phone connection while she was on the road to Memphis...
- Download podcast version of this interview by Richard Gintowt (right-click and save)
- Wednesday, April 25, 2007, 10 p.m.
- Replay Lounge, 946 Mass., Lawrence
- 21+ / $2 - $3
Low-tech excerpts from the full podcast interview (linked above) ...
Pink Nasty: Hello?
lawrence.com: Hello, Sara...
I slipped into something a little bit more comfortable. I'm naked now.
:And I'm pouring bottled water all over myself. I'm going to pour bottled water all over you when I meet you.
You must say that to everybody who calls you to do a podcast.
I just want you to sit down so I can pour bottled water all over you. Quit talking shit, OK?
Am I talking shit?
I'm going to slap you. I'm going to slap your teeth out of your face.
Oh, this is going horribly.
At least you get (paid). I get nothin'. You told me to be naked in daylight.
They're not paying me by the hour here, Pink. You're kind of dragging it out.
Whatever. I'm hungry.
Are you? Where are you going to eat?
I don't know.
So, how did you become acquainted with the [local band name removed-ed] guys?
Oh, you know, drug deals here and there. I think that's how we all kind of bond.
Did you just say "drug deals"?
Yeah, marijuana. Stick icky everywhere.
So is that like a second income for you?
No. I'm really shy and that's just a way to meet people. Like, "Hey, smoke weed? Yeah!"
Do you actually consider yourself to be a shy person?
No, I don't smoke weed. Just kidding.
So, tell me about Austin. Should everyone from Lawrence get up and move to Austin or what?
How bad is it when it gets hot?
It gets pretty damn hot. Like 150 degrees, 160. Your skin starts to melt off your bones and you start bleeding from all your holes.
...Even you. Everybody's penis shrivels. And their little balls get salty. But you know how they say "everybody falls in love in the summertime"? Not in Austin. Hell no. Salty balls and everybody's all dry. And everybody has boogers all over their faces.
Has it been nice to you? Has it embraced you and put you on "Austin City Limits"?
No. I'm pissed. I'm going to write the governor when I get back. Thanks for reminding me.