So Train's Awful Singer Doesn't Even Live in San Francisco or the Bay Area
Did you see our investigation this week into the miseries of Train -- one of the most successful local bands of the last decade? If you did, you'll recall that this infamous, Grammy-winning trio has a song called "Save Me, San Francisco," whose horrors we explored in great detail.
Pat Monahan, suburban Seattle resident.
Well, we've come across another stunning revelation re: Train's shittiness. It turns out Patrick Monahan, the band's frontman, main songwriter, and lyricist, doesn't even live in San Francisco or the Bay Area.
And, dammit, that doesn't mean he moved to L.A., either. Our esteemed colleagues up at Seattle Weekly report that Monahan makes his home in the "extraordinarily bland, affluent, lakefront suburb of Sammamish."
Monahan has apparently been a resident there for more than six years, according to his publicist. Which just makes the seemingly redemption-seeking lyrics of "Save Me, San Francisco" even more cynical and hollow.
Remember that line in the song about "I used to love the Tenderloin/ Until I made some tender coin"?
"Sammamish," our Seattle expert says, "makes Marin look like the Tenderloin."
Yuck.
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