Welcome to Carl Week! Every day, I will feature a post dedicated to Mr. Carl Ashley Raphael Barât. Today, we've got some of my favorite interview bits from and about Carl. Feel free to add to them in the comments, particularly if you can find the one where Carl and Peter talk about Parva, and Carl says his specialist subject on Mastermind would be masturbation.
Carl Barât’s message bank message is as follows: “Hellooo!” in a cheery voice, followed by a beat, then a positively despondent “Leave a message.”
From The Age
"I love chivalry and elegance and class, but having said that, I'm a lazy bastard with ADD."
TOTP: What kind of playground games did you play when you were younger?
Carl: Er, join on for He-Man?
TOTP: Join on for He-Man - is that the one where you walk round the playground asking who wants to join in?
Carl: Yeah, you put your arms out and then if it was me I'd be walking around going [chants] "Join on for He-Man!" and I was there for about 20 minutes and no one would join in.
TOTP: Did you ever find that you spend so long doing that that by the time you had enough people you didn't have any time left to actually play the game?
Carl: No, I was just hideously unpopular.
From Top of the Pops
Have you ever Googled yourself?
Of course. But all that came up was some filthy bit of fan fiction about The Libertines. I looked at it the other night with my girlfriend but I can't seem to get it up anymore.
From British GQ
As Dirty Pretty Things’ crew clear the last of the equipment, the Manumission DJ hits his stride just in time for some more of the venue’s employees to make their entrance. There’s a saxophonist whose job is to wander among the revellers and play live “solos” over the existing music. Onstage, a bevy of semi-naked women show off their full repertoire of saucy dances.
“Do you see what I mean? We were asked if we wanted to have a couple of them on stage with us,” says Rossomando. “It was tempting, wasn’t it, Carl?” Deploying the considered manner of someone who has already pondered the matter, Barât nods in agreement. “Well, it would have been nice to have a little bit of Ibiza on stage with us,” he says.
“But our music is quite fast — and, amply endowed as they are, those women couldn’t have danced to it without getting two black eyes. So, in the end, we refused. On compassionate grounds.”
There are loads of gay erotic fantasy stories about you and Pete being lovers on the internet, does that bother you?
C: I completely advocate creative thought, and if people want to make up stories, I am flattered to be involved. I don't mind it at all really. I'd rather people did creative things than did nothing or negative things or talking shit in forums.
D: I would be quite flattered I think.
C: Didz is hoping someone might very well do it for him as well. You just need to work out which band member you'd like to be with. (laughs) Even if it's not sexual, I wish there was more things to advocate creative writing.
D: Stories like ‘Carl Slays Dragon'.
C: That's like a personal fantasy - me slaying a dragon in a particularly tight suit of armour.
D: Chain mail really…
C: Who else have they written stories about?
Morrissey and Marr and the guys from Suede…
D: Well, that's an obvious one, that's like saying the guys from Right Said Fred.
Funny you should mention Right Said Fred, because there is a very funny clip on Youtube of Carl in which he's being made to look like he's singing "I'm Too Sexy'. Have you seen it? It seems like an obvious charity single?
C: (laughs) What does it look like? Are they taking the piss out of me?
No, I think they made it because they think you actually are too sexy.
C: Well then, let's get it out there.
D: Call the record company.
From Boyz magazine
What's your favourite smell?
Carl: I like the smell of my Grandma's soap - I used to sit in the bath and eat it.
Anyway, that particular day 10 of us were on our way to the pillbox to burn all the newspapers in there. We were climbing this big barbed-wire fence. After I'd cleared it I heard this clang and a sputter and panicky yelpy noises behind me. I turned round to see a kid we all called Foghorn (his voice was that loud) impaled on the barbed wire...
Obviously, someone needed to be grown-up and that day it was me. I only had shorts and plimsolls on and to get back to camp quickly I would have to cut across big fields of nettles as high as my head. I was terrified of being stung by plants and hated wasps (I used to cut them up), but I applied the advice of some of the people at the camp, which was that if you believe you are at one with the nettles, you won't get stung. I legged it through that whole field and didn't get stung once. It's never worked since.
From Carl's essay about the summer of 1989 in the Observer
"I'm quite shy, so I worry people will meet me and think I'm rubbish. I don't want to disappoint."
From Contact Music
"We didn't really get on," Doherty agrees. "But I was fascinated by ideas he had about himself and the country. I'd never met anyone like him. It was - what's the word when you can't take your eyes off someone?"
Barât theatrically arches an eyebrow. "Someone's been reading Roget."
"Yes, it was riveting," Doherty continues. "Despite everything, you knew there was goodness there. Something to believe in. Something which is good, pure and untainted by anything."
From the Guardian
I’m elated to have come up with the mystery part for ‘How Can They Be Tired of England?’. We debuted it on tour at the end of last year I was ‘free-styling’ the lyrics a bit but I thought it sometimes sounded reined in. I was on the tube when when the epiphany struck and I sang it into Didz’s phone. Who knows what all the tourists thought. Probably, “there’s two lads sharing an epiphany”.
From his band diary on the DPT website
"Carl has got a patriotic side to him, you know," confides Pete. "It's not patriotic," corrects Carl, "it's romance. It's the romance of kings and queens and palaces. I'm up for anything, really." Pete: "We both are. Fuck it. Can we go outside now?"
From the NME
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