Death Cab hasn't performed since The OC went off the air. What reunited you guys?
Gibbard: Ever since I stopped writing lyrics about how I was feeling--you know, that shoegazer shit--anxieties have been building up inside me. Two summers ago--you might've read about this--I snapped and swerved my car into that marching band. Anyway, I need an outlet and, well, cash for my legal defense.
And where have you been, Conor?
Oberst: After releasing the 2008 quadruple record that explored my interests in prog-rock, Irish folk music, rockabilly and, of course, Latin jazz, I realized America wasn't ready for my forward-thinking vision. And when my 2010 underground house party mixtape flopped, I slipped into a deep depression. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have taken musical advice from so many of my has-been actress girlfriends at the time.
Gibbard:You're such a pussy.
Oberst: This from the guy who sings "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" at bat mitzvahs to make his minivan payment.
The third member of this interview finally arrives: Nick Lachey, 49 years old and still as attractive as he was when 98 changed music forever.
Nick, some people say you're a bad fit for this lineup.
Lachey: I'm the bad fit? These guys are opening for me. Who the hell even knows who Death Cab for Cutie and Bright Eyes are anymore?
Gibbard: Man, I so hate you.
Lachey: It might be almost 25 years since I even saw the tail end of a Top 50 countdown, but I'm still the guy who banged Jessica Simpson every night for three years.
Gibbard: Man, I so hate you.
Oberst: Me too.
Me too.