So, at last we sat down to talk with Darnell Tillman, Clovis Tillman's younger and less abrasive brother (or so we had come to believe), half of the original Horsehead Crating Company crew. As with Clovis some months back, we hoped to find out more about the Tillman clan, especially now that they're coming out of the woodwork and chucking Roadrunner shoefiti on our behalf. No luck now as before. If you're looking to kill some time, a few of the semi-sensical bits of the chat are below.
DoubleButter: We've been working with you for a few months now. Seems like you might be a bit of a ladies' man?
Darnell Tillman: You asking me or telling me, Kessler?
DB: I'm asking you. Is that picture you gave us meant to encourage that idea? The idea of you as a playboy?
DT: That'd be like saying a photo of a sunset is meant to encourage the idea of a sunset. Don't make sense.
DB: Hah. What, you're saying your attractiveness to women is a force of nature?
DT: I'm saying that sunsets are beautiful. Why would you question beauty?
DB: Christ, please. And the chickens? What's with the chickens? You said you had a great idea for a new DoubleButter product having to do with chickens and we don't get shit out of you but the same recycled photos of chickens you gave us months ago. What the hell?
DT: You'd been paying attention, boys, you'd have figured it out by now. Maybe you a little slow, huh? You think you're pretty smart. You're not.
DB: What are you talking about? Paying attention to what?
DT: Something other than your own reflections. When was the last time you talked about something other than DoubleBubble? To me or anyone else?
DB: We're talking about chickens, dickhead.
DT: You are. I'm talking about something else.
DB: What is it with you guys? We hire you, buy your sad little company, and all we get is grief. Endlessly.
DT: You blame your grief on me?
DB: You're gonna get your ass whupped.
DT: Easy, Kessler. Be cool. Ask me another question.
DB: I'll try one: Why do you call Dexter "Kessler"?
DT: Why do I call who what?
DB: DEX-TER! KESS-LER!
DT: "KESSLER! KESSLER!" Calm down. What are you shouting at me?
DB: You call Dexter "KESSLER." Do you understand me? Clovis said your hearing was a little off. Are you fucking with me?
DT: You're not my type. Sorry.
DB: Can we get a straight answer out of you?
DT: Sure. Sorry.
DB: You were a big part of the design of our logo, mainly in developing the db hand sign and trying to get it out onto the street. Why that logo? Why a logo you can make with your hands?
DT: That's why: you make it with your hands. Your hands make you you. Your hands. The furniture you make with them. And it's a fun thing to do. It's a fun thing to get strangers to do. People should enjoy themselves. I always do.
DB: Is that what the shoefiti is really about? Having a laugh?
DT: What do you mean really about. Clovis told you what that was about.
DB: Come on, that bullshit about some Tillman family tradition?
DT: No bullshit, Kessler. All true. But yeah, of course it's fun. What's the point of doing it if it's not fun? What's the point of anything? Love and laughter, boys. That's all there is.