“I’m gonna give you a piece of my mind real quick. Useless Eaters is not a real band. It’s an idea from Mars. It never existed. We went to Mars. We went to Venus. Hung out on an asteroid, but now… I have a new LP. It’s my first full length, highly inspired by the works of Dostoevsky and Jean-Paul Sartre, and it’s called Daily Commute, and it’s about nothing.”
I hadn’t really planned on a specific day or time or series of questions to ask when I approached Seth Sutton at the Nashville house show a couple weeks ago. To his credit, he was pretty lit, but agreed to do it anyways. The above quotation is the first thing he said to me, and in many ways, I think he was telling the truth. His latest offering manages to translate the chaotic, wild energy of the shows and parties we all escape to avoid the boredom and frustration and alienation of being young. Even the band name, Useless Eaters, seems to say, “we’re here cause we have to be, but what’s the fucking point."
i did a poster for joel’s band dstvv and a gig they’re doing with useless eaters, snow wite, and froth at burger records on friday the 29th! if you live near fullerton, cali you should go cause it’s free, for all ages, and great bands are gonna be there!!
Put my lessons in perspective, less unforeseen expenses I’ve drank the devil’s wine and i’ve used his inventions I’ve slept in mansions, slept on benches I’ve laughed in the face of death and messed up friendships It’s all for granted, dammit. we spent it faster than we cash it And we’re not scared of accidents. We’re growing older, hair turning silver We wanna see the world, but still we gotta pay the bills first We live another day to load the van and play Pay roads with pocket change, apocalypse awaits Maybe you’ll learn from it before we plummet When the ground opens up like a coffin and we jump in