Alan, front man with the smoldering eyes of a young teeny-bop’s sex dream... who can- if you convince him to take off the shades- sit down and have a dignified conversation and rock out on guitar and belt out some ballads.
There is Brian, the soft, persuasively sarcastic guitarist and hilarious pup that can really shred it up on stage...
Greg, the keyboardist with fabulous fashion sense and a sweet smile and
Rosie math-minded music babe with sweltering guitar chops to spare
It’s probably because the first time I became aware of my sexuality was when Catwoman from that 60s Batman show came all slinking on screen. All the stuff with the fur costumes and crawling on all fours must’ve just snowballed from there. What? I thought this was a judgement-free zone.
Now for the safe word….
Favorite/least favorite cheese? (for the cheese-enthusiast)
Powdered cheese from macaroni and cheese packets. Put that stuff on everything. If there was some way they could make this out of real cheese, we might consider that as well.
Robots or Dinosaurs?
In a perfect world, we could all say dinosaurs. Brian would choose those velociraptors that can open doors, and Greg would say the Gregasaurus. But we don't. We'd like to go on the record that WE SUPPORT ROBOTS. And don't let any man, woman, or futuristic rebel leaders say otherwise. "Oh you’re just saying that because they can time travel and kill your moms." Far from that! While we remain subservient under our current ruler Barack Obama, Robots are a) helpful b) smart c) vastly superior d) merciful e) handsome f) good friend. So let us re-iterate again: Republic of Lights proudly supports any future leaders of America, human or otherwise, specifically otherwise.
Strangest venue or gig you’ve ever played?
We once played a clown college commencement ceremony. They were in full makeup, but they were all wearing those robes and hats. Brian got hit in the eye with one of those four-cornered hats and we stopped playing. But they threatened us, so we finished the show. It’s better not to mess with a room full of people who paint their faces like clowns.
how did you begin your career and who were your influences?
We all met at a Harvard Business School mixer. None of us actually attended the school—we were janitors in different buildings who hung around solving math problems. It was the first time we had met, and something just sort of clicked. We were all really influenced by Robin Williams.
What is the most memorable concert you’ve ever attended?
When was the last time Soulfly was on tour? Whenever that was.
What are a few items essential to your “tour survival kit”?
well here's a copy of our rider of what we usually request from venues:
- Paper and pencil for set list changes
- 200 pieces of tootsie rolls, acquired from 200 pieces of tootsie pops.
- Only Brian can communicate with Alan. All messages must be whispered to him, then he will whisper it to Alan.
- Copy of "Decision Points," edited so every paragraph ends with, "#AMERICA." Pretzel incident must be edited out.
- Milano Cookies
- "Legends of the Hidden Temple" monkey puzzle, hidden in different corners of the room, with respective prizes. Anyone who can’t assemble this monkey in under 15 seconds has to leave the bus instantly.
- No blue light can EVER touch Greg, or his personal belongings.
What are you listening to now?
We're really into found sounds right now. Unlike every other Katy Perry or Justin Beiber, we're trying to keep our art organic. We'll like, go to Rosie's nephew's birthday party, or the playground across from Alan's apartment, and just record that shit. Picasso once said, "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child." We're trying to capture that realness that we as adults can't even see anymore. Then we'll kick that shit through some slap-back delay pedals, get it sounding all Animal Collective and shit, then boom. Album #2. Found sounds 2011.
That and New Order.
Any stories from your excursions on the road?
The only time we ever let Rosie drive the car she woke us up screaming at like 4 am. She had hit a tricycle, and we found it all warped and broken. But we searched and searched and didn’t find anyone, so we just got out of there. The pressure of the secret is tearing the band apart. Plus Rosie keeps getting these really weird voice mails.
What is the worst advice you’ve ever been given?
Worst advice: "Whatever man, stop being a pussy and eat that monkey’s leg." But we don't like talking about it.
If you were to communicate using one word what would it be?
Can you dance? If not what is your day job?
Saturday mornings we compete in Asian college dance competitions. The only stipulation is that one member needs to be Asian, but thankfully Rosie is half Korean.
Our dads’ invented cheese in a can, so we’re not a part of your corporate rat race system, man.
What can we expect from the band in the future?
Our plan is to come out with a line of baked goods that Rosie creates. We’ll just ride her coattails for as long as she’ll let us. Hopefully it’s a while. She’s really bad at confrontation.
Anything else you want the people to know? Or not to know?
We maintain a blog at republicoflights.tumblr.com that we update on a daily basis. We’d prefer if people not know about... ohhhhh I see what you did there.