Man’s Body, a Los Angeles and Chicago collaboration, has release a video off their new album Put Your Family In It (Beautiful Workhorse Records), a great song called “End of the Bender”, reminiscent of the softer side of Pavement, The Pixies and everything that made us fall in love with late 80’s and early 90’s college rock. Watch here
“There is nothing quite like the wallop you feel watching your father’s impending death. Especially when he’s got ALS. It’s like watching him ride a fast, steep rollercoaster down to an abyss. Feeling kinda kicked and fidgety as you just sit there reading him Ham on Rye. The dedication says “To all the fathers.” For his sake, you act like it’s hunky dory. Yeah, hold on tight, but the gorilla grip that turned you into his little “crumb crusher” slips over time, and he looks sad and angry, looking straight into your soul, when you’re cleaning him up.
You don’t fucking cry, you just don’t, ever. A relief for him when he died in October 2006. It was the beginning of my fall from grace.
He was a vet, was in Germany in ’57. He did some college, had some good jobs. He was smart as a whip. He made my sis in ‘64 and me in ’65. Good dad, good baseball coach, maybe a square peg at work, also not a great husband to my mom, but a better one to the next, he righted his ship. To us, a guru. Got to 70 years old, and then came down with this unfair curse. No reason – he was a good guy.
The song is not about a night sitting at home playing checkers. It was about two fucked-up guys looking for a bad old time out in the bar scene of LA, just after their dads were whacked by this thing we call life. We had an agenda. It was to get fucked up. Then came one serious crazy night when the bullets ripped thru metal but not our flesh. Some asshole lit up my Cadillac. Maybe just for fun, we never asked. Cat and I nipping at the heels of fate, just waiting I guess for this chop to the guts. It all went down on a hot August night in the ruts, running a beast of a vehicle up to 100 mph through the streets of historic Filipino Town, up a ramp to the 101/110/5, out to a quiet Glendale. We lived to tell the tale, but shaking in our sneakers, pounding down the very last tequilas these two friends would ever sit down to. So like the truth that hits as a second bell, it was the end of the bender.”