To clarify one of the quotes from the AV/Chicago article…
I talk fast when I’m interviewed, and I know I was talking way too fast when Marah Eakin at the Onion/AV Club called me up last week.
AVC: So, tell an embarrassing story from the 1990s.
JV: I don’t have stories like that from that time, unfortunately. I never got pantsed by David Yow. I’ve done plenty to embarrass myself in music over the years, but nothing around that time. I forced Stabbing Westward to redo an interview after realizing I hadn’t used the reel-to-reel recorder properly, but that’s not a big deal.
To clarify, I’ve done plenty to embarrass myself over the years, both personally and professionally. Specifically here, I was responding to a question about embarrassing things I did relating to 90s indie rock. While I’m sure there were plenty of incidents in the 90s, none seemed “print-worthy,” or sensational enough, to mention.
Just so I’ve beat my point to death: I embarrassed myself plenty throughout the 90s. But it all pales in comparison to the time when I threw up on a stranger.