| Born: 2nd June 1980 Contribution to band: Drums, mindless entertainment. Background to why he is the way he is: Fabrizio aka Fab Moretti was born in Rio De Janeiro to Brazilian and Italian parents, thus the breath-taking good looks. He moved to New York when he was 3, and started slaping the skins when he was 5, in a sound proofed room in his mothers apartment. During high school, when he wasn't getting shit about his name, he took a big liking to art and after high school he started to study sculpture and thought his dream in life would be to teach art. That is until, he realised how far this drummer in a rock band thing could take him, and how good the strokes music was. Just when the strokes we launching their fun rock star lifestyles, on the European tour, Fab fell out of the tour bus, and couldn't play drums for the rest of the tour, or on their drip down under in support of You Am I (who later would support the strokes in the US (allmost a year to the day). They brought in drummer Matt Romano, who continues to be the strokes sound and technition guy. Fab was often described as the strokes "mop-headed drummer", resembling a certain muppet a little too closely, until recently he shaved his riglets off, and decided to sport a somewhat bogan look. Only he can still look hot like that. To the dismay of gals around the world, Fab's girlfriend is currently Ms Drew Barrymore, who he describes as "possiibly the most perfect human being" he has ever met. You could package the jealousy felt worldwide and fill the hole in the oxone layer. Fab has been described by his band mates as direct, energetic, deep and “lunaticical” (“coked up” being rejected). He like guns and roses. |
| The quotable Fab: Fab on England: “In England, it’s like Christmas everyday! You wake up in the morning and get all excited; you run downstairs to open your presents. Only the presents are people, and the gift is luvvv.” (At this bubbling suggestion and beautiful words Julian concludes “you’re full of shit, Fab.”) Fab recalling dreamily the first “music thing” the group had together: “I remember when Nick, Julian and I first played- or had a music thing-together. I was jamming with Nick and a guy called Danny, and Julian came to visit. He just stayed and listened, didn’t even play, but it was a rare old time. He was eating tacos, I believe.” Fab on rock and roll fantasies to fulfill: "Yeah, trashing Columbia hotel rooms. [Laughs] Just kidding." (he mentions people expecting them to do shit like that earlier on in the interview) "Exploring our homosexual tendencies?" (Followed by much sniggering and mumbling) Fab on their cool names: "I guess we just had cool parents who chose our names," chimes Fab, "My mom was like (mock Italian accent) I think this boy will be a rocking roll star!" Fab on what they’re music would back in a movie or a dog food commerical: “Sometimes I think of dog commercials." (to which Nick corrects) "They don't have commercials for dogs." (Fab?) "I mean dog food commercials." (To which Nick laughs) "Like 'Hey, why don't you buy a Jack Russell Terrier?'. Dog food commercials. You're weird." On the last time he cried: “When Nick’s girlfriend dumped him” (To which Nick sings “Don’t cry for me Fabrizio”) Fab on Swedish music: “I LOVE Abba, man (laughs), haha, no I’m kidding” (He then continues a rendition of “Dancing Queen” at the top of his lungs) Fab on his packing abilities: "I'm a really really bad packer. Usually when I get to the country I'm visiting it's like 'Damn, I forgot this and I forgot that', so I'd probably do a horrible job 'Where the hell is the toothbrush, goddammit...'" On playing shows: "Every time we play I feel like kissing everyone in the crowd and going home and partying with them," (oh, feel free, please do!) Moretti beams. "There's just a vibe in the room, an energy." |
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| Fab "England is a rockin' place!" Moretti |
| "you wake up in the morning and get all excited; you run downstairs to open your presents. only the presents are people, and the gift is luvvv.” |
| "I guess we just had cool parents who chose our names," chimes Fab, "My mom was like I think this boy will be a rocking roll star!" |
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