On Monday night, at a show in Minneapolis, Deerhunter and Atlas Sound singer Bradford Cox responded to an audience request for “My Sharona” by launching into a creepy, hour-long version of the song. “He shouted seemingly intoxicated defenses about his art,” according to a report in City Pages “He simulated fellatio. He, to the horror of the Cedar employees, told everyone to pick up their chairs and shake them above their heads.” Anyway, Pitchfork got Cox on the phone for an explanation, and boy did they get one. The entire rant is worth a read, but we’ll go ahead and single out this bit: “Chapter six: My terror, continued. People had a fantastic, great time at this concert … They got the full fucking set of emotional fucking sincere whiny white people music. And then they got fucking ‘My Sharona’ as interpreted by Faust. It was like a death trance.” There’s also an imagined bit about Lana Del Rey having bowel issues at Bonnaroo. Go, read now.