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Jeff Rosenstock's Mom Doesn't Embarrass Him Anymore

Jeff Rosenstock is the singer/songwriter for Bomb the Music Industry! and was the singer/songwriter for The Arrogant Sons of Bitches. He is now officially immune to his mom's embarrassment tactics.

Jeff Rosenstock is the singer/songwriter for Bomb the Music Industry! and was the singer/songwriter for The Arrogant Sons of Bitches (1995 - 2004). Both these bands’ songs are free via Quote Unquote Records ("The First Ever Donation Based Record Label"), a label Jeff founded that has released something like 60 albums, including Small Loud by Very Okay, which, according to my last.fm, is my most listened-to album of the past few months. My junior year of college I listened to "Future 86" on repeat and if I listen to it now I feel different almost immediately; there's probably five to ten songs by BTMI! and TASOB that have that effect, which I like, on me. I used to listen to TASOB songs off this Purevolume page while at work in NYU's library, inputting things into a computer. I didn’t know that Jeff also went to NYU (one year ahead of me, I think) until after we'd both graduated.

VICE: What do your parents do, exactly, when they come to your shows?
Jeff Rosenstock:
They pretty much just stand and watch and talk to my buddies, who they know pretty well at this point. My mom, however, does her best to embarrass me. I've gotten used to it at this point, and I know it's just her way of being a mom, but maaaaan, when I was a kid I was NOT having it. Specifically, my old band played a show with World/Inferno Friendship Society (who at the time were not only my favorite band, but kind of inspired me to continue playing music) and my mom had gone to the show ’cause it was a town over from where my parents live. After the show, I was talking to Jack and trying to play it cool or whatever and my mom came up to me and started tucking train schedules into my pocket and saying "Look, I don't want you to get sick. Just take a cab home from the train station." Jack was obviously and naturally not impressed.

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