Release Date: 1/10






My Name Is Jonas Brothers
55 years of rock 'n' roll
All boils down to you, me and Nick

Dance, don't be a dick, don't be a dick, don't be a dick! (2x)

My name is Ace of Base
And I'm not just gonna suck
I'm gonna rub it in your face

Dance, don't be a dick, don't be a dick, don't be a dick! (2x)

My name is Hasil Atkins
55 years of rock 'n' roll
Run down by a truck, what the fuck?


Adam - lead vocal, guitar
Teresa Cowles - bass, vocals
Jon Braun - drums, vocals
Charlie Zayleskie - keyboards, vocals
Bill Stone - vocals

Adam sez:

A song that was obviously derived as a pun from the Weezer song "My Name Is Jonas," the point of the song is pretty obvious...after 55 years of this art form, this is the situation: crappy, obvious, transient music popular; quirky, heartfelt, lifelong commitment (which to me is the epitomy of rock 'n' roll) not popular (and may lead to a bad end). The part people have trouble with is the "dance, don't be a dick" part. To me, that's the rest of the world telling me to shut up, because no one cares about Hasil whoever. There's a beat, we can dance, that's all that interests us, STFU! This is another song, btw, where the lead and backup vocals were cut at the same time. I would run over from the lead vocal mic to the backing vocal mic and add the bottom harmony, and then run back to my mic for the verses.

I was stunned when this song came out that a lot of the power pop crowd -- not always the biggest fans of my stuff -- singled this out for praise for how catchy and hooky it was. To me, it sounds like a Black Sabbath song with an ironic chorus. My takeaway is that for a lot of people, simple = catchy. That's a good thing to learn.

Btw, it has been pointed out that I mispronounced Hasil Atkins' name and that he was actually run down by an ATV, not a truck. Which you could argue just illustrates the point of the song.

This song was the subject of the first real music video I ever directed and edited myself. It came together surprisingly easy and well, and matched the sardonic mood of the album quite nicely. It was filmed in the Mojave Desert, mostly in the ghost town of Rice, California. All the items in the video were found objects, and did a pretty good job illustrating the disposability and devaulation of pop music talked about in the song.


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