Ever wondered how ex-Luna bandmates and current indie troubadours Dean Wareham and Britta Phillips first hooked up? It's pretty much just as hot as you thought.
That night I deliberately left my cigarettes in the van, which gave me
an excuse to knock on Britta's door. I could have just lied about
needing a cigarette, of course, but I was going to play the charade
properly.
I knocked on Britta's door; she gave me a cigarette and a kiss, and by the next day we were coconspirators.
Yeah. We know. Fucking sigh, right?
That comes, BTW, from Wareham's new book Black Postcards: A Rock & Roll Romance which apparently details the demise of Luna and the rise of Dean & Britta, and which if there's a copy of it floating around the Nerve offices had better fall into our hands eventually. From what we've seen, the book seems full of the casually incisive writing that Wareham's rightly famous for -- that's right, in our world, he's famous! -- but just so you're aware, the line that's probably gonna get the most play in the blogosphere is this one:
My old friend Howard Thompson, the former head of A&R at Elektra, was at the show, and he quietly told me that Britta had “the best visible panty line in rock.”
Probably the first superlative we've heard coming from an A&R guy that we can't argue with.
[item via GoldenFiddle; quote via Men's Vogue]
