dexter romweber

If you want to buy me a beer, I’ll be at the Elbow Room tonight (assuming I can stay a step ahead of this looming panic attack for the next few hours). I’d had all of these great plans to write about big, important topics tonight, like local grassroots activism and this progressive bookclub idea that Jim and I have been kicking around, but I guess they’ll wait until tomorrow… One of my favorite musicians, Dexter Romweber, is playing across town and I want to see if I can snag an interview. I tried once, about eight years ago, and failed. (I mumbled something to him in an Atlanta bar and I don’t think he heard me.) Then, the last time I saw him, sitting alone, watching a basketball game before a show, I was just too tired to even try… Dexter, for those of you who don’t know him, was one of the men behind the Flat Duo Jets, one of my favorite bands of all time. (They deserved the fame the White Stripes would get a decade later.) I think I’ve seen him play almost a dozen times since 1986, putting him just behind the Ramones in the pantheon of Maynard-approved live rock acts. Check him out if he’s stopping in your town.

UPDATE: The interview went well. Dexter and I sat around for over an hour, drinking coffee and talking about the importance of diet and exercise, the pitfalls of early fame and the art of living with depression. Look for it (not depression, but the interview) in the next issue of Crimewave.