“A discussion with Anton Newcombe was always a memorable event, but he also holds the distinction of being my first, and thus far only, clothing-optional interview. This piece was first published around 2001, several years before the band earned greater infamy via the film Dig!
Since 1995, I’ve observed via post-show chats, interviews and friendly phone calls as Anton Newcombe first bartered his way out of obscurity, then nearly burned himself into oblivion. The last time I formally interviewed him, he was somewhere in between and, in keeping with his storied eccentricity, wearing nothing but a Cossack-style fur cap, sunglasses and Frye boots.
…
Then, night fell. A man named Angel made a delivery. The band refreshed themselves in a back bathroom and a long-delayed photo shoot for Alternative Press, the magazine I was editing and writing for at the time, ended with Newcombe posing alone, wearing a stoned grin and little else. As he adjusted his furry cap in a mirror and lit a cigar, he told me, ‘I just want you to know, that if we crash through to the marketplace, we’re not going to cheese out like Oasis. No way.’ ”
Robert Cherry, No Ropes Attached, c.2001

A discussion with Anton Newcombe was always a memorable event, but he also holds the distinction of being my first, and thus far only, clothing-optional interview. This piece was first published around 2001, several years before the band earned greater infamy via the film Dig!

Since 1995, I’ve observed via post-show chats, interviews and friendly phone calls as Anton Newcombe first bartered his way out of obscurity, then nearly burned himself into oblivion. The last time I formally interviewed him, he was somewhere in between and, in keeping with his storied eccentricity, wearing nothing but a Cossack-style fur cap, sunglasses and Frye boots.

Then, night fell. A man named Angel made a delivery. The band refreshed themselves in a back bathroom and a long-delayed photo shoot for Alternative Press, the magazine I was editing and writing for at the time, ended with Newcombe posing alone, wearing a stoned grin and little else. As he adjusted his furry cap in a mirror and lit a cigar, he told me, ‘I just want you to know, that if we crash through to the marketplace, we’re not going to cheese out like Oasis. No way.’ ”

Robert CherryNo Ropes Attached, c.2001

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