Julian casablancas why theyre hot

Trying to scam the system and make deals to rip people off is easier. I listen to the radio and generally stay below Well you can find anything. I mean I get it.

The whole process of music is so stupidly complicated right now, for all the technology. Or anything presently exciting to you? Basically the only value we have in society right now is making money. The whole process. Those things will always live on. If eventually that cool living standard becomes franchised, that might be a good thing. That might be in years. I have no idea. It might be tomorrow.

Might be happening already. Eventually when [capitalism] wrecks enough of the world and society, then there might be the shift. That would be a positive trend direction. Whatever values are natural to humans. Whatever it would be in a small community. You have to somehow figure out how a large society can function as a small society would, in terms of empathy.

People act more morally in a smaller group. Is that what quality means to you? If theoretically, in society, we valued not having slave children make your cups, and an aesthetically-pleasing cup would have more of an advantage, then what would society look like? All the stations that have cool music are dying.

I just think there should be many values that we all agree on and if we agree on quality then there should be… how to make a system that caters to that is much more complicated. How things work in a smaller community. Local arts, I suppose, is a short answer. Funding for local arts. Do you believe it has any capacity for that? Left to its own devices, no.

It will exploit the worst of humanity. But now those people are in charge. But I think that [ideally] there would be a guy who would sing his popular song, and everyone would like to go see that, and he could exist, and then there would be an artist who maybe had less fans, but he could also exist.

I just see the parallels. I feel like I have freedom within the things I do, [like] The Voidz. I feel like I have the freedom to pursue what I want to do.

Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, though has the appearence of a crab infeasted homeless guy. Greasy, Gross, Pathetic; yet their music is ok. Or perhaps maybe that could be Julian. He's got the most amazing voice, and he's brilliant! The lyrics take my breath away.

I look in his eyes and my heart skips a beat. Yes, Julian, I am a fully-functioning stalker with no regrets! Kings Of Leon once billed as the "southern Strokes" deserve their success because "they toured for eight years". Besides, to fill stadiums you need to be pop whereas Julian's decided that the Strokes' masterplan was to "take more underground, weird stuff like the Velvet Underground and Bob Marley and make it mainstream".

Casablancas recently told the Observer that his teenage years were like the film Kids, at least in the sense of teenagers roaming around aimlessly, getting stoned and going to parties. Boarding school didn't feel like my world, I felt like an alien; people there had a lot of money. I ask about the childhood drinking problem he was caught drinking before school at the age of 14 , which continued into the Strokes. In another interview, he said he'd had a "two-year hangover". Erm … yeah … I stopped because it was having a negative effect on the music.

I made a deal with myself. Was it dangerous? The show's superb, not only for the music, but for the effort that's been put into it: moving backdrops, costume changes, a cheeky lounge reinvention of the Strokes single You Only Live Once. Meanwhile, rabid fans descend on his Strokes bandmates Fab and Albert, who are watching from the balcony. But decked out in three-quarter length trousers, patent leather black boots and thigh-length jacket, Julian seems so pretty yet so vacant.

On stage he's like a 50s pop idol, with girls screaming wildly to music he seems unable to explain. And maybe that's the whole appeal of Julian Casablancas: he comes unshackled with the opinions and personality traits that undo so many other stars. He's a doe-eyed tabula rasa on to which we project whatever we want our noughties rock god to be: sexy, debauched, effortlessly cool.

Towards the end of the our chat, however, Casablancas surprises me by saying, "There were times [during the conversation] when you were slightly aggressive and borderline insulting. Not for a fact, this interview is an opportunity for you to debunk such opinions.

He then says he didn't have people serving him food, which — if that's your definition of a hard-up start in life — really is a problem. Dictaphone tucked away, Julian lets himself soften back into the guy who greeted me an hour ago.

I tell him he doesn't have to, if he's busy.