interview the proletariat

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CAMERAS – Polarise

“Ted Dansen plays a good surly cunt,” Fraser Harvey articulates, in a corner of the beaten Hollywood Hotel on Foster St, Surry Hills. I’ve been sitting here with him for a couple of hours, drinking and talking. Initially an interview, it fell into a maelstrom of non sequiturs and laughter.

I’ve found that interviewing can be a cautious endeavor – too readily they fall into a back-and-forth of Googled fact-sheets detailing tours and anecdotes on how the band came together. By fate’s good fortune, my rampant unprofessionalism and alcohol-related downfalls leave me as a bit-part conductor. Fraser himself shakes his head midway through the night and mutters, half-jokingly, “This is going to be a terrible interview.”

A question in the night: roughly how long do you think it takes an unmanned craft to travel to Mars? Fraser replies, “Sixteen years.” I am not fucking with you. I offered him the reasoning that his response would imply that for a mission to reach completion this year, it would have had to leave in ’94, but Fraser was adamant, so we searched for the answer. Needless to say, he was wrong (“I fucking knew it, man – no chance it takes sixteen years to get to Mars”).*

When asked to describe the ugliest human being he has ever seen, Fraser promptly snaps, “Julia Roberts.”

We briefly spoke about CAMERAS’ recent gig at Oxford Art Factory, where he lamented the fact that the two acts either side of their time-slot were acoustic numbers, making stage set-up irritatingly long, though he confesses that “it meant there were more people milling around, drinking.”

I briefly posit that people are jaded now moreso than ever because we’re universally aware of our pointlessness, and am unanimously shot down. We snap back into a prior conversation about Seinfeld.

Be not mistaken: our slurred jaw-gnashing bears no resemblance to CAMERAS‘ music. Tight instrumentally and vocally absorbing, their debut self-titled is a catch. [Buy.]

*On record: it takes about nine months.

CAMERAS – Defeatist

People sometimes can’t recognise other people when they’ve cut their hair because they’ve gone a steady length of time adopting that hair into the familiarities of that person. Imagine if, instead, whenever you cut your hair, you couldn’t recognise anybody. Imagine if your hair was tied to your memory, growing like tangled vines in knots down the length of your back. Everybody holding onto their dirty locks not wanting to let the people they’ve met go, and likewise chopping at every ringlet when their minds are overflowing with stalled relationships, unsuccessful careers, failures and apathy.

Imagine the unnerving gears of dread when you awake one morning to find the wardrobe emptied, the car gone, and from the bathroom to the front door a telling trail of shaved hairs.

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  1. […] This post was mentioned on Twitter by tunetheproletariat, tunetheproletariat. tunetheproletariat said: I (sort of) interview CAMERAS' Fraser Harvey, and justify these years I've gone without cutting my hair. […]

  2. Paul says:

    Dude, awesome interview write-up (if you can call it that).

    But question: would the length of your hair correlate to the latest time in your life? As in, the tips of your hair would represent the time that just ticked by, and the roots of your hair would represent your first (chosen) memories of your life. In that sense, you would be able to keep all the preferred memories in your gourd (and growing out of it), trimming the fabric that defines a man as he sees fit. Thus, up-keeping a perfect person library.

    Fucking grand, man, just grand.

  3. noah says:

    I agree with Paul: This is wonderful.

  4. Zac says:

    Fuckin’ gold.

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