Bradford Cox is now officially the coolest man on the planet. The leader of the Deerhunter answered a request fpr "My Sharona" by playing it… for over an hour, according to the scum of the earth at Pitchfork!
At his other band, Atlas Sound, gig at the Cedar Cultural Center in Minneapolis the weird bloke claimed the death of folk and rebirth of punk and the film is below (only four minutes!)
Citypapers wrote about the performance, well, before I tell you that let me express how guilty I feel bad mouthing Pitchfork and then stealing their post.. Any way, this is what Sally Hedberg of City Papers wrote:
The openers] were visibly uncomfortable and beginning to question the sanity of their esteemed proctor, unwillingly locked in some twisted, Doomsday clock performance of a 70s hit. Yet, 'My Sharona' endured still, as did Cox's increasingly awkward interactions with the audience. He asked people to take their clothes off. He shouted seemingly intoxicated defenses about his art. He simulated fellatio. He, to the horror of the Cedar employees, told everyone to pick up their chairs and shake them above their heads… it was unsettling and some people began filtering out of the venue. Eventually, after inviting the audience onstage (which visibly gave the Cedar staff an anxiety attack) he seemed to get the picture that the show was over and bid his adieu, dedicating the show to "the death of folk music and the birth of punk."