Penis in Furs

Nobunny is something of a mystery to me. All I know is that he’s
some kind of perverted, make that furverted, half-jackalope/half-human
person-thing from Tucson, Arizona, who plays sweet and skuzzy bubblegum
garage-punk, usually while wearing only underwear and/or something else
equally and perfectly inappropriate, like stiletto stripper heels. The
only time I’ve seen him play, it was for mere seconds in Austin, Texas.
I walked up to a house party, and this strange and hairy bunny-man was
jumping around in a carport, singing songs. A circuit breaker blew. The
show ended abruptly. Everyone booed. I followed the bunny to his van,
hoping to take a picture or buy a record. But it all happened too fast.
The van sped off into the night. I needed to know more. I got his phone
number from a friend. Here’s our short but sweet conversation.

Rabbits have been known to cause environmental problems because of
their appetites and the accelerated rate at which they breed. Do you
eat a lot? Experience constant urges to, um, “breed”?
I eat too much all the time, ’cause I’m always blowing dope and
getting munchies. Last time I was in Seattle, I ate a whole chicken,
half a pan of mint frosted brownies, and about 30 pink and white circus
cookies all during one 15-minute car ride. Breeding, bleeding,
breathing… constant craving. Pure pleasure. I’m always ready!

So this won’t be Nobunny’s first time in Seattle?
This will be Nobunny’s fifth time in Seattle. The last couple of
times were good… the first, though, pretty rough—I played at a
house in West Seattle and the power “mysteriously” went out during my
set. This is a “mysterious” trend that has plagued me for years.
Jerkbags always gotta shut the power off. The set is only 20 minutes!
Give a bunny a break.

What’s the weirdest place you’ve ever played?
I played a set in Crichton, Alabama, back in 2006—outdoors at
a block party. I got ahold of the wrong stuff and thought I was a
leprechaun! I crawled up in a tree and hid while my bandmates searched
for me.

If you could go anywhere in the whole world and play, where would it
be?
The Neverland Ranch. I hear they have great chicken nuggets.

Who’d win in fight: Dee Dee Ramone or a young Hasil Adkins? Chuck
Berry or Paul McCartney? Bugs Bunny or Roger Rabbit? Jay Reatard or
Elvis?
Dee Dee and Hasil would get too drunk together and pass out. Chuck
Berry would wipe the floor with Paul, who’d only be too happy to take
it. Um, Bugs! And Jay may be the current King of Memphis, but, let’s
get real here… Elvis, über alles! Big E would eat the
Jaytard.

If you could do a Nobunny split 7-inch with anyone living or dead,
who would it be?
I’d love to do one with Hot Lixx Hulahan, the world air-guitar
champion! One with Thomas Edison would be pretty solid. Maybe split a
milkshake with Millie Small? Split some hairs with Al Goldstein. Do the
banana split with the Banana Splits! Um, final answer: the Spits.

Where’s the best place to write songs?
In your brain, while riding the train. I honestly write 99 percent
of my songs while riding trains and buses. I guess I do about 99
percent of my living on trains and buses, too.

I heard a rumor that some guy named Justin Champlin whipped his dick
out at the Funhouse and peed on Seth of Hunx and His Punx—peed
right on his leg, right in front of everyone—at a show a couple
weeks ago. Do you know that guy? Think that rumor is true?
Yeah, I know Justin. People always think I’m him, and vice versa,
which is weird ’cause we are obviously very different people. I didn’t
see the pee party, but, yeah, Hunx told me about it. Those two are
always threatening/begging each other to pee on each other. I like pee
as much as the next creep, but those guys are ridiculous!

What about that urban legend “The Rabbit Test,” from the 1920s? It
was rumored that a rabbit would die if injected with a pregnant woman’s
urine. Think that’s definitely false?
I’ve drank a lot of piss, but never pregger pee. I’m thinking the
bunny wouldn’t die, but that’s probably because of all the virgin’s
blood that a bunny drinks. That shit will keep you alive forever! I’m
serious! In fact, my band and I are always looking for a new source.
Top dollar paid for virgin’s blood… females only.

All right, I’m getting off topic. Sunday is a tough night to play.
People get lazy. What can you promise them if they actually get off
their dead asses and come see you play?
Well, attendance is required, so the people really don’t have a
choice about coming to this show. It’s mandatory. See ya there, sweet
peas! Don’t forget to bring the lube.