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"The crowd was on it," Valiente says, smirking. "As far as I'm concerned, we kind of settled that."
The Gin Blossoms' opinion of their new rivals, beyond the alleged radio comment, is anyone's guess. Several telephone calls to the band were unreturned.
Meanwhile, the Blossoms and the Puppets have something--a big something--the Junkeez don't: a major-label contract.
Even though the Junkeez may turn up their nose rings at the Blossoms' record-company support, they wouldn't have minded a major label working their debut. But like the Puppets, who spent years repelling and repulsing major labels, the Junkeez are in no rush to whore themselves out to the first big company waving money at them. The Junkeez say majors, including SBK and Sony, have started to sniff around.
"Now that we're out there selling some records, I don't think they even give a fuck about the music," muses Reznik.
"Our attitude towards them is a little different than it used to be," Valiente says, sniffing. "If they wanna do something, fine. I'm not gonna sit here and bow down to these record execs for something they could've had a long time ago. If a label came along that was really interested in us genuinely, we'd go for it."
Meanwhile, the Junkeez are content to bask in their attitude, perhaps the spoil of success they revel in above all others.
"We've worked for our fucking shit," concludes Valiente. "And whether we're the best band or whether everybody in the fucking industry thinks we suck, something is going right. We may not do it the way everybody else around here is doing it, or everybody else around the country's doing it, but you still gotta give us respect.