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continued from page 22 24 illinoisentertainer.com july 2019 album, 1988’s Nothing’s Shocking and ’90’s Ritual de lo Habitual, and he returns to it time and time again in casual conversa- tion: injured. When his scruffy group made its official Warner Brothers-sponsored debut at the Kennel Club in 1985, every major and minor rock critic in The City was in attendance, lured by the label- fanned aroma of Next Big Thing. But no sooner had the weasel-wiry, squiddly-did- dly haired Farrell taken the stage than he stopped to address the crowd. Well, er, not the crowd exactly, but a certain portion of it. “I hear there are a bunch of rock journal- ists out there,” he growled, disparagingly. “Well, you all have huge brains and tiny dicks! Why don’t you get the fuck out of here!” It wasn’t said in jest — he meant it. Full disclosure? This scribe and several others simply shrugged and left, as he’d requested. Words are that powerful And many of us didn’t listen to the band — or write about it — for more than a decade. Life was too short. Too many other bands needed assistance. meeting on one of the final episodes of the late chef Anthony Bourdain’s TV trave- logue between the host and proto-punk Iggy Pop, wherein they were trying to pigeonhole the one force that kept them going over the years. They finally settled on one solution: Curiosity. Something you’re born with, or you’re not. This turns into a chat about a recent HBO art docu- mentary, which featured one woman’s astute observation that there are three types of people — those who see, those who only see when they are shown, and those who will never see. Farrell always thought of himself as a sensitive seer, even when his mind was a drug-addled haze. But he disagrees with the curiosity pro- nouncement. “I don’t think that’s the answer,” he counters. “I think it’s PART of the answer. But I was going to say, love. Here’s what I think. I think we are all just transmigrating souls, and I’m a big believ- er in the afterlife and reincarnation. I have no doubts about it. And I started to really dig in and study that topic specifically in But over time — and an edgier new mid-'90s outfit, Porno for Pyros — atti- tudes changed. Most importantly, Farrell himself changed. He wishes he could laugh at his era of being an instigator, like Woody Woodpecker. It isn’t easy to see the humor in retrospect, though, Farrell con- fesses. “I did enjoy being the enfant terrible in those days,” he says. “I use the word ‘rock’ to mean the status quo because I really consider what we were doing to be more punk or alternative. But in 1985, I didn’t know where I was going. I had no idea where I was headed. And you journal- ists represented rock. So when I was told that there were some rock journalists there, I was just a fresh-mouthed punk kid, and I just wanted to bring it, right there and then, and let everybody know that I wasn’t down with the status quo.” There follows a discussion of a summit the early ‘90s. I studied all aspects of the soul, every day, like things you cannot see and energies that are intelligent — I’m a huge studier, and I love to learn. But when that energy gets into a body, it’s earned the right to be a human being, and I am certain of reincarnation because we are not on any normal time constraint. And I’ll tell you about my most important experience, and how I learned about all of this.” You can almost hear the anticipatory drum roll. This, then, is A Big Deal. This, then, is The Event, around which over half of this interview revolves. Granted, it was roughly '93, and the man was doing a lot of drugs at the time, he cedes. But that in no way implies that it didn’t actually happen. Like Etty, his girlfriend back then was Chinese and well-versed in Eastern philos- ophy. But to this day, he still can’t explain continues on page 46