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Perhaps when Mudhoney returns to dry dock at the completion of this brief tour, Arm, much like Henry Rollins or Jello Biafra, former punk rockers just a few years older than him, could head out on a solo, spoken-word venture.
"A spoken-word performance by me would not be any good," Arm modestly admits. "That's not how I want to spend my time."
But Arm is underselling himself. Articulate, opinionated and excessively knowledgeable (especially when it comes to music history), Arm is kind of like the geek at the CD store whose band is actually worthwhile. Constantly recalling bands and records long forgotten ("I can't believe I'm taking this all out of my ass," Arm says when remembering that The Embarrassment was from Lawrence, Kansas), he takes pride in knowing about the cities in which his band performs. Arm even takes the time to comment about a once-burgeoning scene in our own fair city.
"Deep Ellum seemed to me to be a cool, odd place. A place where the frat boys met the skinheads," he says. "Is that place called Trees still there?"
After being brought up to speed on the decline and slight rebirth of that area, Arm talks about areas in almost any city where clubs have come and gone.
"Every city has these places, these areas where music just seems to flourish," he says. "I can remember playing Dallas, and all anyone could talk about was this area called Deep Ellum."
Kind of like with Mudhoney and grunge. Some things never change.