Pop Profile #2 :: Passion Pit

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This week: Michael Angelakos from Passion Pit!

Where do you live?
In a giant, marble palace hovering above the clouds.

How long have you lived there?
2 years.

How do you make music?
Record mountains crying, add rhythm.

Are you first and foremost a poet, or first and foremost a musician?
I am first and foremost a father of 2 beautiful children.

What are their names?
Daisy-Lee and Michael Jr.

How did you find your bandmates?
Cloned myself four times and added keyboard/drummer/delete as appropriate DNA, some glasses.

Favourite weapon?
Sword of time, +5

Best group move?
Dance of Swords.

Favourite tennis player?
Wayne Arthurs.

How did you come across your musical abilities?
I grew up with my three brothers (I, the youngest, was often considered somewhat foolish by my siblings). One day, our father, who was an old miller, decided to send us on our respective ways in the world. We all went our separate ways, through the forests surrounding our house, to seek a trade, or find our fortunes. My eldest brother had not ventured far when a tiny little man, not much larger than the leg of a stool, came up to him, and asked him where he was going. “Get lost, dwarf!” replied my proud eldest brother, and he went on his way. But the little man was a sorcerer, and he put an enchantment on my eldest brother, so that he could neither walk nor speak, and was forever took for a fool wherever he ventured from then on. My second-eldest brother had gone a little further through the woods, when he too was stopped by the little man, who asked him, too, where he was going. “I need not answer to you, manikin!” huffed my second-eldest brother, and strode on. So the little man, insulted, put a curse on him, too, so that he became a duck, and retreated to the nearest pond. Then the little man approached me. “Where are you going to?” asked the little dwarf. “Well, humbly report sir,” I replied humbly. “To tell you the truth, I don’t really know. I am off to seek my fortune in the world.” “And so fortune you will have!” declared the little man, with a wave of his tiny little hand. “Your brothers were too proud to talk to me, but you were pleasant and humble, so you will be blessed with insurmountable musical abilities, and start a really good pop band by cloning yourself.” And so that was that, and my fortune was made. So you see, it is better to be humble than proud.

Favourite colour?
Greenish-blue

Thanks Michael!

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