David Dewese and Jerry James, the friends that make records as the Foxymorons, met at church camp when they were in high school. They discovered they had an affinity for noisy, primitive rock bands. Since they both played rudimentary guitar, they thought about starting a band. Eventually, the duo honed its chops and began writing and recording. Although they’d never played live, their debut album, Calcutta, got stellar reviews in Pitchfork and Paste. As soon as it was out, Dewese moved to Nashville to play in an alt-country band. James stayed in Texas. They’ve maintained a long-distance collaboration ever since. New LP Fake Yoga has elements drawn from country and pop music, including Beach Boys-flavored harmonies, but the album is dominated by their distorted, almost metallic guitar work. James and Dewese will be guest editing magnetmagazine.com all week. Read our new feature on them.
James: I just re-watched Teen Wolf the other day and, honestly, it wasn’t as great as I remembered. But I still love it. I distinctly remember when I saw Teen Wolf for the first time in the summer after my eighth-grade year. It spoke to me. Here was a kid who was about my height and was playing varsity basketball(!), and he got his dream girl, Pamela Wells. Well, at least for a few days. There was so much about that movie that resonated with my confused, insecure, hormone-addled middle-school brain. Who among us hasn’t felt like an invisible outsider? Michael J. Fox even voices to his best female friend, Boof, that he’s “tired of being so average.” Meanwhile, the jock-turned-werewolf was so preoccupied with the shallow and beautiful Pamela that he didn’t realize that Boof was the right girl for him all along. So I guess the moral of the story is that you should stop comparing and appreciate the people in your life. That, and don’t surf on top of moving vans.
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