Many of his songs are very short, some even under a minute. “Maybe I sing, oohooh, like a pussy boy/But that don’t mean I ain’t got no./testosterone.” Every song carries the same amount of honesty and the songs that are funny are no less full of meaning. He has a talent for delivering X-rated lyrics in such a soothing and emotional way. His songs range from sincere and melancholic like “Beachball” to ludicrous and hilarious like “Born a Worm” or a song like “Pussyboy,” which makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time. Even though the intended “topic” of our conversation was his new album, he seemed more interested in what I was up to these days. Reeder is a humble, mild-mannered tinkerer an inquiring mind with the playfulness of a child. If that makes him a musician, then he is a musician. He replied, “I’m sort of a musician by accident.” He elaborated when I asked him about playing live: “I always had the feeling like I was a guy from a cartoon where he goes looking for the bathroom and gets sort of lost and ends up on stage by accident.” Reeder is always creating, whether that be through painting or music making. He said, “On Sunday mornings I sit at the breakfast table and make little drawings and I wanted it to have that sort of character.” I asked him if music has always taken a backseat in regards to painting. The artwork for the latest album, Every Which Way, is more of a collage of doodles. He designs all his album artworks, further contributing to his homemade style. He told me that he thinks of himself primarily as a painter.
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