I don't care if the only reason you've heard of Tad is because he's a three-hundred pound marketing tool. His band doles out slabs of thick sludge that my simple mind and throbbing prostate can easily assimilate. Evil undertow? Yeah, there's a ton. This is music that makes lesser critics search for the bloodiest of metaphors. As you may have already guessed, Tad Doyle is a softspoken, easy-going guy. And this interview might've been a lot more coherent and pointed if it hadn't been conducted in a tiny room in a fruit cellar that contained more Sub Pop artists than you could shake your tits at. But it was, and the tape sounds like it was clicked on in the middle of a small party. If you gain any insight, entertainment, et cetera, from the following, you're a better toad than I am. Conducted July 14, 1989 at Maxwell's.
UA: Ed or Rob
Tad Doyle: Vocals, geetar
Kurt Danielson: Bass
Gary Thorstensen: guitar
Steve Weid: Ddrums, not present
Kurdt Kobain: vocals, guitar (Nirvana)
Chris Novoselic: bass (Nirvana)
Chad Channing: drums (Nirvana)
Dan Peters: drums (Mudhoney)
[NOTE: Yes, we know we spelled Cobain's name wrong. That's how it was spelled originally in the issue and I'm not going to change it.
I believe everyone will survive this travesty. And, I'm guessing he's probably not going to care too much either. I met him during this interview and he didn't seem like the kind of person who'd really give a shit.- SWV 2014]
TD: It smells like fish down here.
CN: Now that you've given us erections...(No comment -Ed.)
CC: And cigarettes afterwards...
UA: Yeah, this is almost like sex.
TD: (To Rob, ace photographer): Do you get paid well?
UA: He gets paid in blowjobs.
TD: I got my fuckin' whistle here (around his neck). If I get raped...
UA: In Hoboken? You couldn't get raped if you bent over in the middle of the
TD: I've tried. People don't understand. I... (Tad offers up his butt). Nobody
takes me seriously.
KK: Put a banana up your butt. Maybe that'll get in.
UA: So what about this Sub Pop phenomena? Are you all just a big happy family of
KD: Yeah, we are.
CN: We share each other.
KD: Selfless love, unconditional love.
TD: We're all swingers, every last one of us.
CC: We don't have to work, just perform. here's people to do the dishes, tend
the crops, there's women, children,
KD: And nobody knows who's fathered each one of the kids...
(Two minutes of maddening yelling, laughter, and confusion, mostly about life on 'the Sub Pop compound').
TD: We lead normal lives.
KD: We shoot amphetamines constantly. It's fucking a thousand
times more powerful than LSD.
UA: How about DMT?
KD: Fuckin' A. Anything.with initials.
KD: We have a way of dealing with that out on the compound. If one of the women
starts freaking out, you take a shovel and bash her over the head.
UA: Hit her with a hoe.
TD: Knock some sense into her.
KD: Mandatory sex with Tad.
UA: I've heard that everyone who's a Sub Pop artist has had sex with Tad.
TD: The females have.
UA: How many is that?
KD: There's lots of girls on Sub Pop.
KK: They're all initials (some strange inside joke).
TD: We share all the women.
CC: You share the same bong.
UA: You only have one hit of acid and everybody gets a little suck on it. Do the
record sales establish the hierarchy of who gets the first suck?
KD: Chris Cornell takes the first hit. Anybody that does a total fucking Cornell
with the ease that he does deserves the first hit.
UA: Does this man have a lot of women?
TD: He could if he wanted to. He could have a lot of guys.
UA: I believe that.
KK: He wants to be gay.
TD: But we like him. We just got an advance copy of the new record from Ed
McGinley, who's the biggest Sub pop/Soundgarden fan in the world, or North
America, at least.
UA: So you're touring the country now?
TD: We have been, for a long time. Nirvana has for four weeks and we've been
doing it for five weeks. we're snapping it up wherever we go.
KD: We're snapping it up like a herd of cows.
UA: (To Rob, ace flashblub man) YOU'RE BLINDING ME, YOU FUCKER. Did you really
work in a slaughterhouse?
TD: Yeah, I did. Not a slaughterhouse, but a packing plant.
(Everyone begins to make loud animal sounds.)
UA: Did you touch a lot of entrails?
TD: I worked on what's called the offal table. It basically entailed gutting
CN: Show him your knife scar.
TD: I got a six-inch boning knife scar right there. That popped a vein.
KK: I got some scars. Wanna see mine? I got one there and there
and there and there.
UA: Are you a heroin addict or what? Do you all share the same needle down on
the communal farm?
KK: Yeah, we keep all our diseases in the family.
UA: Wait til AIDS gets in there. Sub Pop 300'll sound like a Swans album.
(Dan Peters enters. Panic ensues.)
KD: How are things at the Sub Pop compound?
UA: Are you excited about opening up for Sonic Youth at the Ritz tomorrow?
UA: (To Tad) Why did you name your album God's Balls?
TD: We were at a bachelor party and there's was a porno flick going on. This guy
in priestly robes is sitting back while this lady's giving him head and he's
going "GOD'S BALLS! GOD'S BALLS that feels good..."
UA: What was the name of that film?
TD: What was that movie called?
KD: Just for the sake of conversation let's just say it was called...
UA: "Ass Tit Dildo Clit".
KD: "The Exorcist".
UA: "The Sexorcist"?
Some Dude: Is Nirvana here?
Some Dude: It's about showtime. Five minutes.
KK: Five minutes?
Some Dude: Realistically five minutes.
UA: Five minutes, Nirvana, five minutes. Do you feel like Frank Sinatra?
KK: I feel like cattle.
UA: Do you have any new songs?
TD: Actually, we're going to play some new material that's going to be on our
upcoming EP, tentatively called Salt Lick. If we think of something else,
we'll use it.
UA: When's it going to be out?
TD: Before Christmas.
UA: Have it in the stores for Christmas. Get Tad in your stocking. Are you Tad
or is the band Tad?
TD: The band is Tad. My initials are Tad. 'S my nickname.
UA: Are you happy with the label?
TD: Fuck, yeah, they've done a lot for us. we're really happy with them. I think
they take the limited edition thing too far, though. They could sell a hell
of a lot more records if they pressed more. They have a maniacal release
schedule. You'd be amazed how much new shit is coming out. They're working
on stuff for a year and a half from now. Not to mention EPs for bands that
aren't on the label.
UA: Is Bruce Pavitt a workaholic?
TD: He is. He's way into his work, It's pratically all he does, all the time. He
enjoys it, it's what he's always wanted to do.
UA: After you played the Revival in Philly, you played the Khyber. How'd that
TD: It was good. We only played four songs, though.
UA: How come?
TD: We were supposed to be on a lot earlier. But from what we heard from the
locals, the place was really small. We associated that with not very much
money. Also, we knew we were doin two shows, but we didn't know they were in
two different places. When we found oUt, it was really late; The guy who
booked the show walked up to us and said "where you guys been? You were
supposed to go on thirty minutes ago. And I was like "Oh, we decided not
to do the show." And he says "You're turning down 150 bucks?" And I'm like
"what?! 150 bucks? We'll be right over." We ran over there, played
four songs, we got off, he gave us 150 bucks and said "Thank you very much."
He was a really cool guy and I felt like a really big asshole.
UA: Who have you been playing with?
TD: The best band we played with is a toss-up between the Velvet Monkeys in
Boston, Gwar, and this band Ameba Man, from Kentucky. They're all really,
really young, a three piece and it was one of the most intense shows I've
seen. Nonstop. It was like watching puppets, they'were fucking everywhere.
The bass player broke his E-string, so he tunes the next three and they keep
going, then he breaks the next string, he tunes the last two, and he just
plays the whole thing. They played "In N Out Of Grace" twice as fast and
twice as intense. It was amazing.
UA: Any amusing tour stories?
TD: Yeah, plenty. I can't remember any of them right now.
UA: Anv viral infection stories?
TD: We've seen a lot of the skanks that Chemistry Set and Swallow were fucking.
UA: So this is life on the road, women are actually willing to spread their
legs, ugly women, women you put a Hefty bag over and rip a hole.
TD: Especially ugly women.
UA: Who is Dick Johnson?
TD: Who is Dick Johnson?
KD: Dick Johnson is the flea-master, he's the king of the Seattle scene.
DP: He's responsible for it all.
UA: Pussy Galore found him such an intriguing personality...
KD: They wrote a song about him and asked him up on stage in Los Angeles when we
played with them in October at Raji's. They love Dick Johnson. He's the
ultimate politician without ever being involved in politics. Everybody loves
him. Everybody seeks him out. 1t's not like he's out there soliciting his
services, people go to Dick Johnson, and when they want a job done right,
they go to Dick Johnson.
DP: Dick's buying a mountain bike.
KD: You see, there you have it.
UA: A SCOOP!
DP: he's couriering about messages.
KD: He has many messages, all of love and happiness.
UA: Did Pussy Galore break up?
KD: No, they're on tour right now. Dial M For Motherfucker is an excellent
UA: I don't like that rock n roll shit.
KD: Well, you're entitled to your opinion.
UA: Hey, I've got my asshole on right, buddy.
DP: That got him in a lot of trouble,
UA: Wait, trouble? Let's hear about this trouble.
KD: No, we don't need that...
UA: Drag it out into the light.
KD: He did it?
DP: Scott, yeah.
KD: He actually did it with a one-legged woman?
UA: Wait, wait, you're gonna hide this from the press?! Did he turn her on her
DP: He said he always wanted to do it and he did it and it was great.
UA: Are you gonna do the "Fuck U' thing tonight?
TD: I don't think so. Sometimes that really turns people off. It works with kids
cuz they're like "Fuck You" anyway, they can take a joke. Older people, they
take it personally. I made a real ass out of myself in Boston, I was really
harsh on the crowd. I was like "Boston's the asshole of America, all you
people suck cock... "
UA: "Mission Of Burma stinks".
TD: Yeah. They really took it hard. Let's go upstairs. I wanna see Nirvana.
There you have it, enlightening to the max. Why don't you people just stop reading this, right now, go get some Camus or something, find out why you're so fucked in the head, find out why you actually paid a whole dollar to read the idiotic musings of a bunch of heathens who are either frustrated musicians or glorified fans. Or do us all a favor and eat the barrel.