Saturday, June 13, 2009

Why They Are: An Exploration of Dave Matthews Band's Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King



Part I: Context Is Everything

About 18 months ago, I posted a blog entry entitled “The Decline of Dave Matthews Band: A Quiet Tragedy.” It was a piece that I stand by today. It needed to be written.

Although Dave Matthews Band and its members have always continued to hold a special place in my heart, and much of the blog “Quiet Tragedy” was nostalgic and respectful, the need to write the essay came from a very dark place in my journey with the band.

But in much the same way that the band has changed, my life has changed dramatically over the past 20 years, the past four years since Stand Up, and the past 18 months since “Quiet Tragedy.” Some of the things I wrote in that essay – or that have been leveled at the band by any armchair bandleader – are no longer completely true; some are still true, but I (and maybe the fanbase as a whole) have just accepted them; and still there are others, debunked or brought into sharper focus by the extensive documentary blitz surrounding Big Whiskey. This essay is a much more optimistic piece, to discuss Dave Matthews Band’s music, history, motives, and peculiarities; to note how those items reflect on my personal experience; to review the album Big Whiskey and the GrooGrux King; to offer a continuation of and response to “The Decline of Dave Matthews Band: A Quiet Tragedy”; and to level a guess at the future and ultimate fate of the band, on the basis of the above.

On one hand, it would be great to be able to review Big Whiskey based on its 13 tracks alone, but in reality the context surrounding the new album is what makes it so significant. This is why hired critics’ assessments often end up falling flat, little more than a blurb about the band with canned expressions like “loose-limbed jams.” This album is so much more than that. On another hand, the album’s true significance will only be able to be measured by history. But either way, recent years have brought us to a place with the band that is worth discussing, centered around the release of the new record.

There have been several key turning points in the last 18 months of the band’s history: the announcement of Rob Cavallo as producer and of Tim Reynolds as guitarist on Stand Up’s successor, the departure of Butch Taylor as keyboardist, Roi’s injury, Coffin’s introduction, Roi’s passing, the band-sanctioned leak of “Funny the Way It Is,” the spring tour, and Big Whiskey’s release. The band’s membership has seen a four-person shift (Roi and Butch out, Tim and Rashawn in). As a result, their strengths and weaknesses have changed – even from what they were two years ago, but certainly from what they were fifteen years ago.

By the beginning of 2008, fans were ready for something big. Stand Up’s successor would be arguably the most significant album of the band’s career. Without a strong album, the band would be trying its fanbase’s patience. Few fans appeared angry or personally upset with the band for its post-millennial output, but many seemed resignedly disappointed and sad about the loss of focus for the band and its often-brilliant frontman.

The death of Leroi was an awful, tragic event. Fans like me were deeply touched by his passing and were given the opportunity to assess Roi’s and the band’s importance in our own lives. It was a profoundly emotional time for fans from throughout the band’s almost two-decade history, and I suppose the silver lining came in the form of a reinvigorated focus among the band and fans alike. The 2008 summer tour was already that of a re-energized band before Roi’s injury, and I would never imply that the band used Roi’s death to re-energize the fanbase along with them. It’s just that Roi’s death made us WANT to believe in our favorite band. We realized that we hadn’t just fallen in love with their music; we had fallen in love with these people, and we had fallen in love with the things they had made us feel. It’s too bad that it took the death of a member to make us realize that, but I suppose that is the way that life is designed.

So in the months leading up to Big Whiskey, there was a cautious mix of optimism, giddy excitement and sadness in the air and on the boards. We missed Leroi the same way we missed what the band used to do to us, and I think to many fans, getting pumped about the band again was a great way to pay tribute to Roi’s memory. Combining that with the infectious energy of Obama’s “hope” era, the excitement among the fan community was intense and welcome. But still, there was a sense that the verdict was out. How could they possibly write an album that would live up to the fans’ expectations without a founding member? Dave has always taken his inspiration from some pretty dark places, but every man has his breaking point. Dave hadn’t shown us that he possessed the self-awareness toward his songwriting that he once had, and he still seemed unlikely to snap back into it. Of course, as fans, we were not completely aware that what can be considered the band’s weakest years in terms of output coincided with some major rifts in the band’s relationship with itself. Luckily, a set of new approaches had already informed the early Cavallo-led sessions for the album (which came before the 2008 tour and Roi’s death), and the band emerged from Roi’s passing determined to live up to their once-great discography.

My life has probably seen as much growth, if not nearly as much upheaval. The biggest event to shape my life has been the recording of my debut album. This project has completely changed the way I think about and listen to music, including DMB. The headphone listen, something I always admitted is important but never really did myself, is now an important part of my album listening routine, and hence I have recently been hearing aspects of my favorite bands and albums that I previously took for granted. Stand Up holds up better on headphones. The hip hop beats kinda fit the songs in a perverse way, and I’ve grown to really enjoy “You Might Die Trying” on a live stage. Ultimately, I think it pretty clearly represents an era of bad decision-making and identity crisis for the band, but with more than a few things to enjoy based on their own merits. It’s definitely not a good album; in fact, it might only sound better now that BWGK essentially fixes the SU misstep.

Here’s the bottom line: Big Whiskey is a triumph. It’s not perfect. It has strengths, weaknesses, and eccentricities. But BWGK is a remarkably rewarding listen and effectively proves wrong the naysayers who never thought the band capable of such an artistically strong follow-up to Stand Up.







Part II: Negativity and Fan Duty

But there’s a problem: I can’t help feeling guilty that the fans somehow contributed to the band’s negativity and lack of focus. I do not count myself in the camp of out-and-out naysayers; I have always been most frustrated by the band’s unrealized potential, yet hopeful for future projects. Still, it is a chilling prospect to think that my mostly-negative first essay has been floating around the AntsMarching and Nancies (may they R.I.P.) boards over the entire course of DMB making this album. I hope no one in the band’s camp got the wrong idea. In that essay, I had called out the band for not attempting to play “Blue Water,” which they ended up piecing together in the concerts leading up to the 2009 Nashville show that I attended, but which they haven’t played since. Coincidence? Probably. But it did make me wonder about the effect the fans can have on what the band does. Additionally, it seemed clear that the band was looking to the boards for cues on what cover songs to integrate into their sets, so it’s obvious that someone was paying attention.

So I worry about negativity among the fans. We like to think that the band listens to the fans, but I think few of us would like to be responsible for any comments that might add to the band’s negativity. Their interpersonal and professional problems with each other have been well documented in the last several weeks. Everything seems to be great now, and much of me wants to believe that this band will be around forever, but at this point it seems unlikely that the band will carry on for decades more. They’re kind of like your friends in high school who were dating and then almost broke up but reconciled, only to actually break up two weeks later. I am not saying a breakup is imminent; I’m just pointing out that it’s probably NOT the case that every tiny thing that was bothering Stefan about Boyd (exchange any band member for X and Y) has gone away. It could be a ticking time bomb, but we don’t know.

Clearly, not everything has been smooth sailing. Tim is back without much in the way of explanation; Batson was fired as their producer after aborted 2006/7 sessions; Butch left; Boyd’s parts on the new album are few and far between. It’s hard to think that the band WASN’T familiar with the discussion boards’ love for Timmy and disdain for Batson or Butch, or the widespread opinion that Boyd’s playing isn’t what it should be. How much do fans’ opinions affect the band? What is our duty here?

Then again, I was watching the Piedmont DVD (which is by no means a great concert, video, or album), and I noticed that there seemed to be an inordinate amount of lines that Rashawn plays with Boyd, on the same notes, in harmony with Roi (or, as it would stand today, Jeff). I formed a theory to myself that maybe the band brought on Rashawn to “tune” Boyd through a MIDI algorithm, onstage in real time. Boyd’s playing has certainly gotten better over the past few years, so I believed it’s possible that there is live editing going on. While this is still within the realm of possibility, the Fuse documentary helped focus things a little bit. It seems to be more the case that Roi was urging the band to feature a more filled-out horn sound. It was a simple theory, but it’s an even simpler solution as to the question of Rashawn’s presence, and it teaches us that the truth is usually far less interesting than what our imaginations would lead us to.

Does the band listen to the fans? Darn tootin’. That’s one of the things that makes them so great. We should be sensitive to the band’s creative process and not be so unreasonable in our expectations. Fans need not be responsible for liking everything the band does either, though. It’s a delicate balance, and one that I’m a little more mindful of now.







Part III: The Lost Album: The Songs That Didn’t Make It

The fact that the follow-up to Stand Up was important was obviously clear to the band. Fairly soon after the album’s release, they were back, working on more music with Batson. Some of it was quite a solid step-up from Stand Up’s material, and some of it was fairly forgettable. Combining those songs with several others that the group has not committed to studio plastic gives us a “lost album” of sorts, including at the very least the following songs:

“A Dream So Real”
“Shotgun”
“Eh Hee”
“Falling Off the Roof”
“I Won’t Give It Away”
“Sister”
“Break Free”
“Round and Round”
“Can’t Stop”
“Butterfly”
“The Idea of You”
“Kill the King”
“The Fly”

If the band had taken the best of those songs and combined them with other discarded gems (“JTR,” “Sweet Up and Down,” etc.), I think they could have come up with a very good album. But they didn’t, for whatever reason.

I felt a strange sense of disappointment when I saw that BWGK was not going to feature any of the material written and performed since Stand Up’s release. This is a tricky feeling to rationalize. How could I be disappointed about MORE material, especially when I know how hard they’d been working on the new disc, meaning that the material they’ve chosen is probably of high quality? Well, Everyday ditched 1999-2000’s LWS songs, and Stand Up ditched the new 2004 songs, except for “Hello Again.” However, I never thought the 2004 songs were that great. The 2006-7 songs had flashes of brilliance though. I particularly love “Break Free,” “The Idea of You,” “Shotgun,” and “A Dream So Real.”

Does it hurt the new album that none of these songs are featured? Not really.

It’s harder for us all to be critics, now that we’re all a little more familiar with the band’s inner workings and rough patches. There could have been any number of reasons certain songs don’t end up working in certain projects, and it’s kind of unfair of us as fans to speculate without knowing all the facts. And I have live versions (some officially-released, some taper pulls) of all of these, so I can listen to the songs whenever I want, even assembling a live version of the “lost album” myself. Still, I would be thrilled to see studio versions of some of these songs pop up soon.

It’s also clearer to me that the band thinks of each different tour as a show, with certain people on stage every night, playing certain cover songs and certain DMB tracks in particular ways. Maybe it’s important that songs like “The Idea of You” exist and then float away into DMB shows of the past. Or maybe we’ll get it on an EP in the fall. You know they must’ve recorded it, or at least considered it. We heard “Sugar Will” on the Fuse special, apparently recorded several weeks after the album was done. It seems likely that they’re planning another release of some sort. All 19 compositions that have been released so far fit nicely on one standard-length CD, so a “deluxe edition” reissue with an additional EP before Christmas is a definite possibility.

But the reason I may have wanted those songs on there was that they represented something to me, as someone who was rooting for the band during that time. Stand Up was so bad that everything written since its release has had a special significance to me. I placed particular importance on those songs, because I could see the band’s hard work in progress. “Cornbread” and “#27” were two of my least favorite of that group, and ironically those are the two that had the most staying power in the live set. But the material gathered between 2006 and 2008 seems like a lost album to me, one that could’ve probably been as good as Big Whiskey. But I doubt that it would have been BETTER, unlike a finished LWS or 2004-songs album would have likely been in comparison to what we ended up getting instead. I guess it was important for the band to separate themselves from the last few years, which I applaud. I just hope some of these good songs don’t fall through the cracks forever.







Part IV: Seeing Through the Hype

The band has had a rough go at it over the last 10 years. They’ve lost their focus more than a few times and fallen prey to the strong allure of status-quo record making. Just as they regained their footing, they lost a founding member and had to deal with the suffering that loss brings. Ultimately, they appear to have come out triumphant. That being said, it seems inappropriate to decide that the band has rectified and rethought all the bad decisions they made during an unfocused period. In other words, I think it’s also important to assess the album in terms of the band’s habits over the past several years, approaching the record with a healthy amount of skepticism and educated analysis. If we look at Big Whiskey that way, it’s easy to see the DMB hype machine working its magic.

I love Big Whiskey and what it represents in all its context. But this is an album, and they want to drive record sales and bolster goodwill among the fan base. Therefore, I think the move to have Tim come back was a move to please the fans and try to recapture something from the first few albums, and I think the hiring of Cavallo was a relatively safe choice. Having Tim featured along with the band on magazine covers strokes the fans a little bit, and maybe adds some street cred from jamband fans who liked Tim’s playing with Trey in the Dave Matthews & Friends collective. (But as far as I’m concerned, Timmy is the man and can be considered a member of DMB as much or as little as he wants. Also, I think we can all agree that Dave & Tim acoustic versions of these songs are going to be pretty great.)

Butch’s departure is shrouded in mystery, and rumors abound, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Butch was a casualty in the band’s attempt to distance themselves from their work over the last decade. Which is kinda too bad. I always liked Butch and what he represented: the DMB everyman. He wasn’t an official member of the band, but he was vitally important onstage, yet very unassuming. His solos might have gone on too long, but the rest of the band is just as culpable in that policy mistake. I always liked his style of playing, and I think the band and fans will miss it eventually. Then again, I can’t really argue with how great the current iteration of the band sounds. If keeping Butch out of the picture is all it takes for DMB to make a good record, then keep him out, by all means. But overall something feels wrong about the Butch departure.

The album’s great, so maybe we don’t need to be as worried about what the hype machine says, but I guess my biggest worries are for the band personally. We can tell a lot about what they say, what they don’t say, and how they say it when they’re promoting an album. I will also point out that the band’s most recent account of what we might call their “dark years” (ca. 2000-2007) doesn’t completely add up. The band has always been putting on a good face and saying things to the camera to sell the new record. While to him, Everyday was once so inspiring and Stand Up a rhythmic juggernaut, Dave now admits that those were not the band “at its best.” It is interesting to see the band admitting that they’ve had personal issues, on Scenes from Big Whiskey, the Fuse doc, etc. It’s equally interesting to see them disown Stand Up and Everyday. I think Dave said that they should have been billed as “Dave Matthews Band featuring…” albums. I can’t help but be reminded how positive the band was about those two when they came out. The whole thing seems pretty calculated now – a piece of marketing directed at the fans who have been critical of the band for the last several album release cycles.

Just as the album cannot be divorced from its context within the DMB timeline, it cannot be separated from its status as a constructed, commercial entity. However, I will admit that this album’s marketing campaign appears to be much more sincere, signaling either the band’s successful marketing drive toward me, who’s been caught hook, line, & sinker, or a genuine shift in the band’s attitude. I hope it’s the latter.







Part V: Comparison and Definition

The new album was developed and released at a crucial point in the band’s existence. Without a great new record, the music industry and the fans might have written the band off once and for all, the band crumbling under the weight of unmet expectations. The context surrounding the record is complicated but well known by the fans. It is impossible to divorce this album from its context in DMB history and as part of the band’s discography. The album is in dialogue with everything else the band has done, so it therefore makes sense to look at the album in comparison with what has come before. With that in mind, some aspects of the new album are problematic, some are true to the band’s roots, and some push the band’s boundaries in new directions.

For better or worse, a band has a sort of contract with its fans, and DMB has a particularly unfair one at that. By virtue of even existing, the band expects a certain reaction from its followers. To generalize, I have seen an expectation from fans that the band should stick to the sounds of the 1990s DMB, while still innovating in the studio. That is virtually impossible to do without every song sounding like something they’ve done before. But few other artists see such expectations from their fans. No one expected the Street Legal Bob Dylan to sound like Freewheelin’. 15 years is a long recording career (hundreds of artists can start from nothing, rise to the top, and fall away in a fraction of that time), and it’s an especially long time to be living up to the promise set in the first four of those years, but that’s the reality for DMB.

So the fanbase wants the band to stay truthful to a core DMB sound while innovating with (and succeeding at) new sounds. Unreasonable as those expectations are, does BWGK please those two criteria? Yes and no.

I started thinking about what defines the DMB sound. If one were to ask someone on the street who was familiar with the band (and articulate and concise) but not a fan, it would probably be, “acoustic rock band with sax and violin and a mix of jazz, folk, rock, and world music.” That description sums up UTTAD and Crash (and even BTCS) pretty well but has a difficult time with everything since, including BWGK. In fact, I played three tracks from Big Whiskey (“Time Bomb,” “Seven,” and “Squirm”) for my friend who is not a DMB fan, and then I asked him whether he would have expected any of those songs to be by Dave Matthews Band. He thought for a second, and then answered simply, “No.”

I think a lot about hypothetical situations; for instance, I think about time travel and alternate realities and timelines, or what would happen if one thing had been different in the past. I guess it’s a “Dancing Nancies” intro thing. But here’s what I was thinking: if I could go back in time and give the new album to myself 15 years ago, and Big Whiskey were the first DMB album I’d ever heard, I would be falling in love with a very different band musically than the one on UTTAD. I might not have fallen in love with the band at all – who knows? (I probably would have had a problem with “Time Bomb”’s F-bomb.) There were several definitive characteristics of the band on the first record that don’t appear on the new disc: lots of soprano sax and violin, no electric guitar or keyboard, lengthy songs, etc. This doesn’t have to be problematic, but to many it might be, only because it attempts to redefine what Dave Matthews Band is.

BWGK isn’t a disappointment. Far from it. It’s one of the most thrilling records I’ve heard in a long time. But I will say this (and I will attempt to take my own history with the band out of it and be completely objective, which is difficult): I think we can say with confidence that no other band in 1994-5 could have come out with “Ants Marching,” “What Would You Say,” or “Satellite.” Those are the songs that defined DMB. Nothing on the new record reaches that status or even gets that opportunity. Lots of bands could have recorded many of these Big Whiskey songs, and there are probably a handful of bands that could have recorded this exact album or something close to it. Does that make it bad? No. I think it indicates that DMB have consciously pushed toward a more mainstream sound over the last 15 years, and that shift has culminated in a masterful, if not completely unique, record.

What can be said about the lack of violin and sax? Well, less saxophone makes sense: even though they have Coffin at their disposal, the band proper is currently saxless. Less violin? I think Boyd’s in the mix more than we think. Although fans seem to love the album, there is some trepidation here that certain signature sounds were muscled out. Is Cavallo a “rock” producer? Yes. So was Lillywhite, though, so I don’t think anyone can blame Rob for too much guitar and not enough violin and sax (by the way, I was thrilled to see Lillywhite on the Fuse doc, and it’s too bad that he was a casualty of the band’s identity crisis. I think he was great for the band, and I hope he can work with them again someday). Lillywhite’s shadow still casts a huge shadow on everything that’s come after, though, and it’s hard not to think of Cavallo’s heavy use of strings and keyboards as a bit of an orchestration cop-out and something that Lillywhite would have been able to accomplish using only guitars, sax, violin, and bass. If there’s a reason why the first three albums defined DMB, Lillywhite definitely was a key piece to the puzzle. But all speculation aside, for whatever reasons, this is the record that the band wanted to make now.

The things that made each of the band’s albums unique post-UTTAD are included here: Crash’s electric guitar atmospherics and extra percussion from Carter, BTCS’s expansive sense of composition and arrangement, Everyday’s muscular edge and tight song structures, and Stand Up’s processed beats (used here in small moderation). The first three RCA discs had a certain personality, and BTCS can be seen as the culmination of a trilogy of sorts. Is BWGK the last volume in the Everyday/SU trilogy? No – musically and production-wise it’s closer to 2002’s LWS re-do Busted Stuff and Dave’s 2003 solo album Some Devil.

The fact that the band has been playing a few Some Devil songs in concert shows that they are more eager to mix in that repertoire, which I feel is a good move. In fact, much of this album feels like a Dave solo album, which makes me think that DMB modeled a bit of Big Whiskey after Some Devil’s relatively successful approaches to songwriting and production.







Part VI: Big Whiskey’s “Dirty Work”

BWGK benefits from the pioneering of past DMB projects. Crash and Everyday were once objectionable to fans for their embrace of electric instruments (if you don’t believe people didn’t like Crash, try to find some archived Internet discussions from 1996), Before These Crowded Streets for perhaps a too-extensive reliance on guest musicians, Busted Stuff for its apathetic production, Some Devil because of its string-heavy sound and the fact that Dave didn’t want to release it with DMB, and Stand Up for the hip-hop beats and a rougher vocal style from Dave. Each album has received its share of criticism at time of release, and each has aged in different ways.

But the fact of the matter is that every departure from the band’s UTTAD sound requires a certain amount of struggle (“dirty work”) to be accepted by the fan base. By the time a new project comes around, people usually have simmered down about the last album and focused on whether or not the songs are good and how they’re all coming across live.

Except for the lack of violin and sax that it results in, the heavy use of electric guitar seems almost quaint now, a far cry from the uproar that greeted Everyday and, believe-it-or-not, Crash, although all of that album’s electric comes from Timmy, who now always seems to get a free pass for his contributions to the band’s sound. In making the electric a welcome and not-so-controversial possibility in DMB’s sonic palette, Crash and Everyday do Big Whiskey’s dirty work.

And guest musicians are now more the norm than the exception: they have become a regular part of the band’s sound each tour, from Butch and the Lovely Ladies in 2001 to Jeff and Timmy in the back half of 2008. The only other big-named guest on the record, Danny Barnes, does a great, understated job on a few tracks (I’ve loved his playing since I stumbled upon his old band, the Bad Livers, in the late 1990s). A few other contributions to the sound come in the form of keyboard riffs, a guitar part here and there, and some tasteful strings conducted by Beck’s dad David Campbell (hey!). Guests have become a big part of the DMB tradition and sound, so it makes sense that they’d rely on some of their friends and a few hired guns for the new record. BTCS and the band’s live show do Big Whiskey’s dirty work.

As for the strings, besides snubbing Boyd a little bit, I think they’re a welcome addition. “Squirm” is a powerhouse, and it would not have the same sprawling, Zeppelinesque mysticism without some in-your-face string acrobatics and subtle orchestral flourishes. “Too High” and the rest of Some Devil do Big Whiskey’s dirty work.

Besides, the dry, tossed-off production of Busted Stuff is nowhere to be found. Not coincidentally, BS is the only album that DMB has recorded with no guests. It’s probably DMB’s worst sounding album, and BWGK sounds much better in contrast. Busted Stuff does Big Whiskey’s dirty work.

[A note about production: Overall, Cavallo’s production is warm yet polished. “Polish” is a funny word because it is so ambiguous. Certain aspects of the album’s sound are very rough – for instance, the fades between songs are sloppy mastering, but I’m sure that those sorts of things were calculated too. The album is polished, but not overly so. It’s the right kind of polished. Never before has the band been so confidently loose on record, which I think is a great thing.]

But most of all, BWGK benefits from Stand Up. On SU there is a notably large string presence, and it mostly sounds pretty good, to Batson’s credit. The glossier production on Stand Up paves the way for a smoother sound, and I think BWGK uses that possibility in interesting ways. Stand Up, despite having some subpar vocal performances, has some pretty intricate vocal arrangements, an idea refined and used in moderation on the new record. But ultimately, Stand Up isn’t written very well, so BWGK seems much better in contrast. Stand Up does MORE than its share of Big Whiskey’s dirty work.

So is there anything shocking or objectionable about BWGK, other than the fact that it’s pretty good and feels loose? Mostly no. Although it doesn’t really sound like any other project the band has done, it’s a different type of album for them, because it actually mines fairly equally from the ideas first submitted for approval on projects spanning the band’s history.







Part VII: Big Whiskey, Song-by-Song

An album rises and falls mostly on the strength of its songs, so I offer a song-by-song critique.

“Grux”/“#35”

It’s important that Roi starts and ends the record, and I applaud them for that, but “Grux” and “#35” are unremarkable musically. I think it was crucial to the band to have Roi on here as much as possible, but the inclusion of these two indicates to me that he’s not on a lot of the other tracks. We know Roi’s on “Why I Am” and “Lying in the Hands of God,” but do we know about any of the others? “Grux” works because it effectively captures the sound of the band noodling onstage before the opening blast of “DDTW” or the hypnotic first notes of “Seek Up.” “#35” is disappointing considering the hidden tracks of the past: “#34,” “Last Stop (Reprise),” “Seek Up (Reprise).” At best, we can say that “#35” is an interesting Reichian studio experiment, since it’s clearly one sax phrase looped over and over again. Also, a hidden track? Really? What year is this? I didn’t know we were still doing this in 2009. There’s gonna be less surprise to it, because 95% of the times “You and Me” will get played will be on a computer or iPod with a scrolling time meter. Lame. I already separated it into two separate tracks with Audacity.

But it’s pointless to review some minor bookends, when the meat of the album is the 12 songs.

“Shake Me Like a Monkey”

“Shake Me Like a Monkey” leaked a few weeks ago, so I heard this before most of the rest of the record. In fact, the first 20 seconds or so were on a fly-on-the-wall studio clip a few months back. The main riff’s similarity to Cameo’s “Word Up” is notable, but it’s just a funk beat with an ascending natural minor bassline from a flat-six root up to a tonic. Pretty common. Definitely not worth calling the plagiarism police. The multi-tracked vocals sound sly and disaffected, almost robotic, in the best possible way. Admittedly, upon first listen, I was disappointed by Dave’s lyrics and melody, which seemed tossed-off and arbitrary to the background music, but the song has definitely grown on me.

The hard-edged sound fits the song. It is similar, thematically and sonically, to “I Did It” and “Hunger for the Great Light,” both electric funk-rock songs that celebrated the power of love. And if you think about it, going farther back, “What Would You Say” and “Too Much” mine similar sonic territory, but without Huey Lewis’s main message.

Is that a John Mayer reference I hear in the lyrics? The similarity might be coincidental, but its existence is notable. Dave is not a disaffected hipster Gen Y-er “waiting on the world to change”; Dave is essentially of a different era: a proactive hippy, an eternal optimist, “gonna change the world for you.”

“Funny the Way It Is”

It is interesting to look back at past first singles. “Too Much” was outstanding but a bit of a departure sonically in its harder-edged approach, “Don’t Drink the Water” has never been one of my favorites when judged as a single (although I think it’s great on BTCS and in a live set), “I Did It” was disappointing in spades, and “Where Are You Going?,” “Gravedigger,” and “American Baby” were solid but unremarkable. I think “Funny the Way It Is” fits in with those last three – a pretty catchy song with a few decent lines of lyrics, but nothing at all profound.

Some people have attacked this song lyric-wise. Dave has certain strains in his songwriting, and FTWII comes perilously close to falling in the heavy-handed progressive cause/awareness/social justice strain. However, I think it succeeds because it stops short of passing judgment or urging action, making for some interesting socio-ethical thought experiments. In this way, it reminds me more of “Typical Situation” than “Everybody Wake Up.” Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind” and “The Times They Are A-Changin’” didn’t offer any answers either, just food for thought (And yes, I know that Dave Matthews is not Bob Dylan ☺).

“Lying in the Hands of God”

“Lying in the Hands of God” is an early high point. It’s a beautiful song that uses much of Dave’s old writing as its vocabulary – love, death, the uncertainty of God and fate, the subjective nature of reality and experience, and possible drug references. The fact that it’s Leroi playing through the track adds to its standing as one of my favorites. How are the live versions? I haven’t listened yet, and I’m curious. The vocal delivery is haunting and occasionally ridiculous. The repeat of “mother” makes me laugh out loud every time. This is a great cut.

“Why I Am”

“Why I Am” is another highlight. It’s hard not to think of this song as religious, because “I Am” is in the title. I know this one also has a heavy Roi presence through it, both in the actual track and in Dave’s lyric writing, but the GrooGrux King of the lyrics can be seen as a Messiah/Christ figure. Alternately, like “Save Me,” the singer could be a sort of warped Christ figure himself, spouting out ambivalent Gnostic ramblings. Dave’s personal philosophical/humanist version of Christianity has always been fascinating to me, and I feel like this is the type of song on which college theology papers could be written. By the way, the chord progression at 3:28 is a little bit different than the “you and me of the world” part, a little closer to the chorus of “Lying in the Hands of God” – is this a reference to that other song and Roi? Maybe. Just throwing that out there.

“Dive In”

“Dive In” is really the first and only song on the record that I dislike. However, I will say that starting the song with an account of seeing a homeless man is an interesting way of drawing a parallel between our duty to our fellow human and our duty to the planet. But beyond that, I don’t think this song really offers much.

I’m a liberal individual. I think we need to take care of the world and take care of each other. I voted for Obama, and I even voted for Kerry. But I would like to state for the record that Dave’s progressive cause songs have consistently been some of my least favorite. They’re pretty heavy-handed and obvious, and rarely are they powerful enough to really change anyone’s mind. I appreciate his attempts to change the world through music, but I don’t think this is the way to do it effectively. And I love polar bears and fear for the future of the planet, but if I have to hear one more story about how they have to swim home because of the melting polar ice, I’m gonna scream. I’ll go up there and shoot them myself. The whole thing comes off as pretty self-righteous on Dave’s part. The music’s pretty forgettable too. If this song were gone, the disc would very much benefit.

“Spaceman”

But the album gets right back on track with “Spaceman.” I think this song’s a real treat. It’s almost three different songs, all pretty eccentric. There’s the spare yet multilayered funk groove of the verses, the electric guitar riff on the pre-chorus, and the banjo-led chorus. All three of these sections could have been the basis for separate songs, but somehow they make sense together, and I appreciate it. I can’t make much sense of the lyrics, past the “power of love” motif, but it doesn’t bother me.

“Squirm”

“Squirm” is the logical successor to “Minarets,” “The Last Stop,” “What You Are,” and in a different way, “Too High.” I think the song is pretty powerful, and I’ve definitely enjoyed it, but it does come off as a bit derivative of Led Zeppelin. Dave’s Middle Eastern strain always seemed to be more than a little bit influenced by Led Zeppelin, so maybe a clear homage is appropriate. I don’t really have a problem with it. It rocks pretty hard. “I’m not perfect; I’m flesh and bones, and I’m exactly what you need” is a standout line to me. It seems so out-of-place, but it makes me laugh in a very good way.

“Mr. Okra” appears to be the name of the produce vendor that cameos at the end of “Squirm,” and I think it’s a nice way to get into the New Orleans mood for “Alligator Pie.” By the way, does anyone know the entirety of what he’s saying? At one point, it sounds like he says, “We have busted a life muskrat.” Seriously.

“Alligator Pie”

It’s a Katrina song, but it would be entirely possible to enjoy “Alligator Pie” without ever realizing that. “Alligator Pie” is the first DMB song I’ve ever immediately imagined as a good song for someone to cover. If this one hits in the mainstream at all, I could see some of those Nashville honky tonk bands tackling this one. As a Southern stomp, this one sort of completes a trilogy with “Louisiana Bayou” and “Cornbread,” and I think this is the strongest of the three. I heard Dave talk about his daughter Stella saying “Daddy, where are you gonna put me in a song?,” and this track is probably full of family references, but “Daddy” could just as easily come from a flirty girlfriend as from a jealous daughter-sister (I’ve lived in the south for 2½ years now, so you’d think I’d know whether girlfriends ever call their lovers “Daddy,” but I don’t. Could be possible.). It does seem weird that Stella was jealous of Grace for being in so many songs, and this was Dave’s attempt to rectify that, but that he still puts Grace in there at a key moment. It’s a great line, but I think it’s odd. Also, I was originally thinking that Dave’s daughters were Grace and Anne, and that “Annie said, ‘Daddy when you gonna put me in a song?’” would have been a better line, but I guess that can’t really be changed! This one hits, and I guess having such a small complaint as changing “Stella” to “Annie” means that I like the song.

“Seven”

“Seven” works because of its time signature changes and the catchy chorus. We all know that Dave had a sly R&B crooner inside of him, so it’s good to see that come out on record. Counting this beat is a monster. The whole track is not in seven – significant parts are in 4 and 5. I still can’t tell whether the band’s counting in eighth notes or quarters. This one might just serve up challenges to the music nerd in me for years to come.

“Time Bomb”

I think “Time Bomb” is a lyrical tour-de-force, although I wish he would have repeated a fourth time at the end, so we wouldn’t have had to end the song with the “Jesus” line. But again, that is a minor qualm, and this song is pretty masterful.

If BWGK accomplishes anything new to DMB’s arsenal of identities and characteristics, it’s in canonizing the band’s occasional heavy-music tendencies on record, with “Time Bomb” and “Squirm.” Their previous heaviest track is probably “Halloween,” and that one comes off as almost cartoonish in comparison to these two new monsters. In fact, “Halloween” works on BTCS (however, arguably its weakest track), but it would have been awkward on this disc.

The album’s last two tracks are a huge shift in gear.

“Baby Blue”

On the surface, “Baby Blue” appears to be a simple goodbye/love song, but I think it accomplishes something much more profound and special, something that made me sob when I first realized it. Dave likes to take feelings he’s having about his loved ones and make them about romantic interests, like he did with “Grace Is Gone,” which was inspired by the loss of his father-in-law. It’s not exactly profound that this song might be about Leroi; I think that’s rather intentional. But by using more romantic imagery to describe letting go of Roi, the song ties together several of Dave’s songwriting strains into one piece: death and loss of loved ones, love of his wife and daughters, love of his friends, spirituality and “seize-the-day” resignation. As I thought of this, I realized what an amazing tribute this is to their fallen friend.

“Baby Blue”’s rough vocal at first had me worried this one was gonna be like some of the watery work-in-progress ballads of Stand Up, but luckily I was quickly disavowed of that notion. The song also seems to quote a bit of “Sister”’s riff, but I think that might be a bit of a coincidence, or at least a case of Dave “borrowing” his own material, just as “Cigarette Lit” borrows from “Hold Me Down,” “Captain,” and “Little Thing,” how “Dreams of Our Fathers” also quotes “Little Thing,” how “Pantala Naga Pampa” was a reworked “What Will Become of Me,” and several other examples. Can both “Baby Blue” and “Sister” coexist? I bet we’ll see both popping up on setlists through the tour.

“You & Me”

“You & Me” is the logical continuation of “Baby Blue.” It reminds me of the Stand Up album, and it wouldn’t have stood out as particularly bad or good on that record, but I really think it works here. Domestic life suits Dave, and although this is probably the main culprit for Jim DeRogatis calling Dave a “bonehead” in his recent review, I can’t help but smile and feel happy for Dave. He has created a life (or at the very least, a songwriting persona) where he believes that love is the ultimate answer. Afterlife, higher power, true religion, politics and law – none of these matter as much as the love that is here now, that we can offer our friends, lovers, family, and fellow human beings. To Dave, that might just be the closest way to define heaven. A simple love song to his wife might be much more significant in Dave’s world than in that of DeRogatis.

“Cornbread”

“Cornbread,” only available on the European edition, isn’t really missed from the album. The banjo work is great, and I’ve really grown to like this song in a live setting. What is this song about? To me, it seems to describe a gay relationship and a defense of such a union: “You know you are as Heaven intended you.” Anyone else get a “gay vibe” from this song? Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I also like the horn breakdown that almost quotes Copland’s “Hoedown,” a piece that Coffin plays with the Flecktones. I think they quoted it more in full in Nashville at the show, but who knows. I was pretty messed up.

The album release/special-edition system is a bit frustrating, although not as much as the Warehouse members-only aspects of the last several releases. As a child of the 1980s and 1990s, special-edition/international-only B-sides are a bit of a sore spot, requiring me to buy several import singles for songs that would end up coming out on the 2008 Odelay reissue anyway. But here it makes a certain amount of sense. “Cornbread” is not a fan favorite in particular, and I think the studio recording is pretty solid, but the U.S. album doesn’t miss it. The four songs on the Little Red Bird E.P. are solid but not essential. Am I mad that the band is asking me to pay that much more to have a complete set of studio recordings? A little, but the band knows that everyone’s going to download them anyway, and I bet they’re kinda okay with it. So why were “Cornbread” and “Write a Song” included on the European edition? Americana music is surprisingly huge in Europe right now, so the inclusion of another track with banjo adds a whole new appeal to the record. “Write a Song”? Maybe the band liked it but were urged to hold a “getting high” song from the shelves of the relatively puritanical U.S. Could be the case.

Of the 19 different compositions involved in this release, (13 album tracks plus “#35,” “Cornbread,” “#27,” “Beach Ball,” “Little Red Bird,” and “Write a Song”) Dave has writing credit on all 19, Carter on 15, Stefan on 12, Leroi on 10, Boyd on 9, Timmy on 5, and Rashawn and Batson with one apiece. This is notable for a number of reasons. Tim and Rashawn with writing credit? Sure, I’ll take it. Also, other than on Stand Up, this might be the most collaborative writing effort the band’s ever accomplished. I don’t have old liner notes with me, and I could check the almanac to be certain, but I don’t think there have been this many tracks credited to more than just Dave, other than the collectively-written crapfest of Stand Up, where all writing credit was shared among the band and Batson. Cavallo doesn’t take any writing credit, which probably doesn’t mean as much as it seems. Every producer is different, and what one producer might consider “songwriting” or “co-composing,” another might consider “editing,” or on a broader scale “producing.” It’s entirely possible that Cavallo had just as much of a hand in the construction of these songs as Batson, Ballard, and Harris. What might actually be most notable is that Lillywhite never got any writing credit. Anyway, it’s good to see the band taking an active role in songwriting, something that they appear to really be enjoying in the studio videos.







Part VIII: Homecoming

In the fall of 1997, I noticed on an early fansite that the band was soon to release its first full live album, Live at Red Rocks. I remember the fact that I stumbled onto that site feeling almost like a fluke, as in the previous weeks I had been taken up with ska and punk. DMB had temporarily fallen out of my top bands, and once I realized this, I felt horrible. It had only been for maybe a month or so, but that was the longest I had gone without listening to DMB since I had gotten UTTAD for my birthday in the summer of 1995. I felt like I was betraying some key part of me, and once I bought the live album, I was back in DMB heaven. It felt like a homecoming.

In the years since, DMB has come and gone from my most-played tracklist several times, often coinciding with a new album release or other major event. I have seen the band live only a handful of times, but each time was significant in its own distinct ways, shaped by (and shaping) my place in life at the time. Recently, I attended the April 25th, 2009, Nashville show. I went with my friend Jason, who is a fellow aspiring music industrian who has seen the band many more times than I. We spent all afternoon drinking beer and nerding out over DMB trivia and the best live performances. Much of the joy was in the anticipation and tapping into the fanbase’s huge pool of shared information. Heretical as it may seem, that day, DMB was a religion, complete with its own mythology, sacred texts, codes for living, and high holy days.

The concert itself was a grand occasion. We were down on the field, probably about 40 feet from the stage. It was three hours of euphoria. Now, Jason and I both got a little bit too drunk, so the last bit of the concert, including my most-desired performance, “Blue Water,” was a less-than-perfect experience, but still I felt the same sense of homecoming that DMB has offered me thousands of times over the last 15 years. I realized during the concert that things can change and move forward, and things can get really good or really bad, but DMB will always be a presence in my life. I can be very critical of the band at times, but a life without Dave Matthews Band is impossible to fathom.

In some ways, DMB gives me whatever I need at the moment. UTTAD got me interested in percussion, harmonica, guitar, and songwriting. BTCS got me interested in expanding musical boundaries. The “dark years” gave me the opportunity to grow and assess the band’s musical elements objectively, which has been an invaluable learning experience. The Nashville show provided me with a much-needed sense of homecoming, and in the fact that I got too drunk, an admonishment that I’m not as smart as I think I am. What Big Whiskey provides me is probably yet to be determined, but I know it will not offer me the end.

The fact that I am a DMB fan has shaped (and will continue to shape) my life and has made me who I am on the same level as where I grew up, where I went to college, the relationships and friendships that I’ve had, etc. Even after the band calls it quits, I could probably keep writing an essay a year for the rest of my life on what DMB means to me in my own personal experience. My fan tendencies have matured. Eighteen months ago, I wrote about how I had bought every volume of Live Trax out of obligation. I have since stopped such foolishness, and I no longer feel obliged in the same way. The band does not wholly exist in some governing universe, shaping our lives (and our bank accounts) as they see fit. Rather, just as DMB molds our life experience, our lives mold our DMB experience in return. As things change and stay the same, to me, the story of Dave Matthews Band is actually the story of my life, just as it’s the story of the band’s members and all of its fans’ experiences. DMB will continue to help me write that story, and hopefully I will continue to help the band write theirs, for years to come.

June 13, 2009

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A Devout Record Store Patron’s Alternative View of Vinyl

This Saturday, April 19, 2008, is the inaugural Record Store Day, a pseudo-holiday spearheaded by an alliance of several indie retailer organizations, encouraging all involved to celebrate the culture and aesthetics of such stores and ideally bolster sales. On some level, the day’s very existence appears to be an admission across the board that independent record stores are not doing so well. I was living in New York City for a few months in Summer 2005, and I tried in vain to find the stores that were listed in the then-still-current Yellow Pages – they had all shut down, seemingly at the same time (perhaps more than in any other city, New York’s audiophile has been entranced by the allure of portable, digital media). The indie/used record store is certainly a dying breed, but I have noticed a resurgence of late (I wonder if any stores have reopened in NYC?...). Maybe it only seems that way to me, because Nashville has a healthy independent music scene and is generally behind the nationwide curve technology-wise and it has several of the finest used music stores I’ve ever seen, but there is definitely a different energy in the air than just a few years ago. I can’t speak to such stores’ continued success in other cities, but I’m willing to bet that Electric Fetus in Minneapolis and Amoeba Music in Los Angeles are still going strong.

That these stores are still (or once again) successful is not necessarily surprising; downloadable music is still young, and tangibles like disc insert art, the smell of the packaging, extensive liner notes, etc., are just not there on iTunes. For me, there is still a draw for CDs; whether it is a nostalgia trip back to 1996 or the necessity to listen to an entire album all the way through without shuffle, there are things CDs offer me that I do not get from my iPod, while are still in effect roughly compatible with the iPod, with a little work. Personally, I download a lot of music (some legal, some “extralegal”), but I am probably in the minority in that I still buy a number of CDs. This is the same minority that supported these indie record stores in the 1990s, a time when every city of more than 20,000 had at least one charming mom-and-pop corner music shop. But in recent years, as the market for physical copies of music became more obscure and specialized and most used CD stores have closed their doors, the clientèle has shifted to a wholly different format, one that does not particularly appeal to me, but also one that I admittedly do not completely understand. That format is vinyl.

Audio junkies will use any chance to discuss the merits and storied history of vinyl. They say that it never really went away, that hip bands have always continued to release music on vinyl despite the rise of other formats, and that it “sounds better.” The music market post-1985 is so complex (dare I say postmodern?) that making such broad statements across the entire marketplace are at most false, and at least precarious and cautionable. That vinyl “sounds better” is an argument I will revisit later in this essay. But most likely, all of these notions are tantamount to more than a little bit of revisionist history. The lure of vinyl must be more firmly rooted in the nostalgic, yearning for a bygone era of music that on some level seemed more “pure.” More “enlightened” bands than ever are releasing their new music on vinyl, playing into the great vinyl fantasy.

When I visit one of these stores in Nashville today, some of the patrons in the vinyl section are middle-aged or older (certainly old enough to truly appreciate vinyl’s golden age). The ones that perplex me are the younger twenty-somethings. On a different but related note, my older sister works in marketing and media in NYC. Several of her colleagues are a few years younger, in their early 20s. My sister understandably objected when one 22-year-old girl cavalierly expressed her nostalgia for the 1980s, even though she was hardly old enough to talk at the turn of that decade. Although that girl is most likely not in the hipster set, and she more than probably does not own any vinyl, she illustrates an important point: The 1980s and before were the last time that an era truly had an identity across the cultural spectrum. Think about that lame “1980s Party” your friends put on in college. We can all vividly picture the fashion, the TV shows, the movies, the fads and trends, and especially the music, regardless of whether we were really culturally conscious in the 80s themselves. The 1980s are recent enough where we can almost remember, but they come from a completely different cultural approach and landscape. The 1990s, in contrast, were subtler, more esoteric, more scattered, and more moody. But more importantly, the 90s were the first time when American pop culture as a generalized whole doubled back on itself, mining trends and sounds from decades past, almost in equal measure and without regard for any sort of progression. This halt to goal-oriented innovation marked the end of an American Popular Modernism and the beginning of a Postmodernist sensibility. [For example, grunge was a punk/metal/classic rock hybrid, neo-swing was obviously past-oriented, third-wave ska was already ska’s third wave, and the bubblegum pop revival of the late 1990s was simply a slicker facsimile of similar sounds from 10 years prior. There were, for the most part, no new sounds created in the 1990s. Note: I mean this to be in no way a knock on the 90s, either. It is rather mentioned here to point out how the pattern of artistic progression and creativity fundamentally changed.] Clinging to the 1980s, then, is more than natural: it can seem completely of-the-moment and appropriate to do so (per the rules of Postmodern nostalgia and ironic indie-scene embracing of tongue-in-cheek camp), yet most of us can claim to have been a part of it in some way, whether valid or not!

So at least on some level, vinyl fandom is rooted in Postmodern cultural nostalgia. But of course there’s also personal nostalgia, which is in my opinion much more legitimate and valid. But if vinyl is the main ingredient in most forms of musical nostalgia, why doesn’t it speak to me in any way? I think it has very much to do with my upbringing. My parents were avid music fans, to be sure, and there was more than a small collection of vinyl records next to our living room stereo. Music was always playing in our house and on car trips. But we were a cassette tape family by the time I was old enough to know what was going on. All the best records had been transferred to cassette, mostly for play on road trips (where, to this day, I believe the most basic musical consciousness is conceived). But mostly, unlike many of my fellow musicians and aficionados, I never had a eureka moment in which I discovered by dad’s cache of Pink Floyd, Rolling Stones, Beatles, Mott the Hoople, and ELO LPs. That moment never happened because that cache did not exist. The family LP collection was great in doses (my mom’s Paul Simon records and my sister’s Thriller were highlights), but as a family, our cassette tape stash, both original tapes and dubbed records or radio mixes, was more consistent. In fact, I remember our LPs being somewhat off-limits anyway, and requests to fire up the turntable being greeted with groany resistance. But even with a pretty solid set of tapes owned by my parents and older sister, from a relatively early age, I was to hear on the radio what I liked by myself, forging my own musical identity, although still heavily influenced by the sounds and general appreciation my parents taught me. By the time I was old enough to decide that I would spend money on my own copies of music, we had CD players. Cassette tapes had wussy sound, wore out easily, and had no easy way to select tracks. Their handiness on car rides notwithstanding (today my only cassette pangs are for mixtapes, but even those are trumped by mix CDs and MP3 playlists), I felt little resistance leaving that world behind and starting my own musical journey on CD. Vinyl had barely been on my radar.

Years before I could drive a car, I began taking trips to Bismarck’s Music Syndicate Discs & Tapes store by myself. It was owned and operated by a friend of my dad’s, and we had gone there in various family member combinations to visit Mike and peruse tapes since I can remember. When CDs took their hold on my obsessive collector’s sensibility (coins, rocks, toy dinosaurs, baseball cards, pogs, etc., being CDs’ predecessors in that dubious honor), and I began venturing out of the neighborhood on my bike, there was little stopping me. With the average 13-year-old’s overall lack of expenses, and money from mowing the lawn, allowance from parents, and gifts from relatives, I was on fire, solidly planting the cornerstone of my CD collection today, which I can proudly claim as the largest and most-diverse CD collection of anyone I have personally met in my 23 ½ years. For those 5 or so years, before I moved away to college (and perhaps not coincidentally, Music Syndicate shut its doors), the majority of store space was new and used CDs. A cassette tape display on the wall was little more than a cute homage, and the used vinyl section seemed like it had been not touched once since 1989. I understand that Bismarck may not have the hippest audiophile scene, but in my teenage years, vinyl seemed almost sad, a dinosaur that had already been dead and buried.

Of course, I probably overstate things. Someone must have been buying and selling those records. But the fact that vinyl has not died yet, by 2008, seems ludicrous to me. Okay, the physical nature of vinyl’s operation means that the analog sound has more frequencies or something. CD chops out some of those frequencies, MP3 chops out even more. However, I cannot hear any difference between a CD and a high-bitrate MP3. Anyone who says they can is probably a liar. But then, does vinyl sound “warmer” than CD? – I don’t know; that’s kind of up to you and how you have your stereo equalized, and what kind of speakers you own, right? Does vinyl sound “better”? – yeah, if by “better” you mean “scratchier and crackly.” CDs, MP3s, and even cassette tapes far outshine vinyl records convenience-wise. Even if you prefer the sound of vinyl (which I emphatically do not), records are for the most part not portable. You cannot listen in the car or at work. You cannot make a mix-vinyl record for your friends or create a playlist. You cannot listen to records on shuffle (unless you have one of those weirdo jukeboxes). We have been given a gift with modern technology. Music can be a part of our lives almost constantly, everywhere we go, with digital media. To relegate musical enjoyment to those times when we can sit in our living room and listen to a vinyl side seems outdated to me, and very frankly reductive. It used to be that our lives could be split into two parts: listening to music, and the rest. Now, music is intertwined with the events of our lives in an ever-increasing way, and there is no such dualism. Vinyl as a medium is so foreign to me, and again, I don’t really get it, but I honestly do not see the appeal.

Another argument that I haven’t explored is of those who do not download music because the artists get no royalties, but then are completely content to buy a used record. I promise that Boy George sees no royalties from that used Culture Club record that someone bought last week. It was bought once, yes, but there is no new money being exchanged, compensating the artist, writers, and publisher for the new enjoyment by new fans. The same goes for used CDs, of course, but the bitter snobbery of such hypocritical value judgments is usually reserved by the indie rock elite vinyl fan.

Then there is the thrill for collectors to find something out-of-print or rare, only ever released on vinyl. This one I understand, but I have personally always found much more thrill in seeking out rare CDs. CDs had a golden age of only about 10 years, but I am sure more music, both obscure and popular, was released on CD in those 10 years than was ever released on vinyl through vinyl's lengthy history.

Vinyl has a special place in people’s hearts, and I would never want to take that away from anyone. I make so secret that vinyl has simply never been an important aspect of my music life, but I see it in most cases as a weak tie to the past, grounded only in nostalgia (either personal or Postmodern-cultural) for an era since usurped in technology. Technological strides since the advent of the CD have resulted in convenient portable media and musical immediacy never before seen. A fondness for vinyl, often accompanied by an impractical repudiation of all other formats, rejects what contemporary technology can offer to us, and the enhanced musical appreciation it facilitates.

I will celebrate Record Store Day on Saturday by visiting my three favorite Nashville haunts. I will have a great time. But I will stay in the CD section.

April 16, 2008

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

An Apology on Liberal Leanings Among Artists and Intellectuals

Last night on Comedy Central’s Colbert Report, host Stephen Colbert asked his guest, legendary songwriter Carole King, “Why are musicians so liberal?” She paused for a second, and shook her head, responding earnestly, “I don’t know.” Colbert made a joke, and the question was brushed off as the conversation moved on to a discussion of King’s efforts to help an environmental advocacy group in Colorado.

Colbert is of course playing a conservative-pundit character, and I get the sneaking suspicion that both he (the real-life Stephen Colbert) and King know damn well why musicians are liberal, but still in all, I was perplexed that she did not take advantage of the golden opportunity to explain in it intellectual terms. I have never before seen such a fundamental question leveled at someone capable of answering it in such a wide-reaching (and ultimately, forgiving) forum as The Colbert Report.

With far longer wind than I would no doubt be allotted on Colbert's program, I will attempt to posit my theoretical response to said question. Of course I admit that I am biased as a liberal myself, but I don’t necessarily see this as an attack on conservatism or the Republican Party, it’s just the way I see it as unfolding.

The Republican Party, or the new conservative movement, or what-have-you, seems like the party of absolute truths (i.e. there is one American family, there is one true religion, there is one American dream, and everyone has, for the most part, the same opportunities). There are certainly times when this sort of absolutism is valid and appropriate, but I think more often than not, the story of America cannot be broken down into such black and white terms.

Liberals, on the other hand, deal with the subjective – for instance, “Yes, I have been privileged, and I am lucky to have been. But what if things had been slightly different?” Or alternately, “People in the inner city have not been dealt the same number of cards. Maybe we can break the chain of poverty and violence if we give them a preferential option for jobs and welfare, to make the future brighter for them, and especially their children and grandchildren.” Some might call this sort of shades-of-gray policy wishy-washy or weak spirited, and there are doubtless instances of broken systems or liberal ideology shifting too far into areas of unrealistic humanism and hopeless idealism, but the project is noble: to level the playing field by attempting to put oneself in another’s shoes. (To go further, focus on the environment is arguably a call to put ourselves in the shoes of our descendants, preserving resources and natural beauty for them; abortion-rights advocacy is not support of killing fetuses – to liberals, it is an acknowledgment of compassion to young women put in difficult circumstances with few options.)

Back to the original issue. Musicians, and artists of all kinds, really, and a lot of intellectuals and humanities-type people, make a living dealing in the subjective. And thank goodness; their output would be incredibly boring otherwise. Being able to see from other points of view, whether or not that is the right thing to do or even valid or practical in a certain instance, is what liberals do, and it also happens to be what humanities people and artists do – they go hand-in-hand. Also, artistic types are constantly searching for new ideas, or ways to appropriate old ideas in interesting ways, and this insatiable appetite fuels progressivism, not only in the arts but also in the socio-political realm.

I see the appeal of hard-line stances – “If you commit a crime, you are a criminal; there is no reason that residents of the inner city cannot take responsibility for themselves; Muslim fundamentalists attack U.S. civilians in the name of Allah, so Islam is evil.” So simple, there’s a neat order to them, almost poetic. The realities, however, are infinitely more nuanced.

What led the criminal to commit that crime? Is it fair to punish someone for committing a crime for, say, preserving himself or his family? Is it fair to punish him the same amount as someone who committed the same crime just to be a dick?

How on earth are inner city residents supposed to take responsibility when there are fewer positive role models in their communities, or responsibility has not been consistently stressed as a virtue?

Is it fair to define one fifth of the world in terms of a minority of radical jerks? Is it fair to assume that Middle-Eastern culture operates on Western, post-Enlightenment ideals of personal freedom and separation of religion & secular life/culture, or that it should?

There are no easy answers to these questions, but the very act of giving them a second look is more than many people do. I'm getting worked up now, and I could go on with dozens more examples of how our domestic and global realities are complex and subjective, but such digressions would effectively lose touch with the purpose of this column. That is, artists, musicians, writers, etc., are simply more likely than their non-artistic counterparts to be hard-wired into seeing from another’s point of view, then making them more likely to jive with the social and political sector that is consistent with such mindsets. Not necessarily out of enlightenment, mind you, but because that's what artists do.

(An aside: The irony is that, in today’s fiercely bipartisan political climate, the same movement supposedly based more on intellectualism, empathy, and multiple points-of-view is forced by its very leaders and proponents to shut itself off from the biggest set of other points of view, that of their Republican opponents, therefore squelching any room for compromise or discourse on either side. It is for this reason that I cannot necessarily call Democrats open-minded, however much I would like that to be the case.)

I do not know why Carole King was stumped by this question – it seems so obvious. Maybe she knew that Colbert's character would interrupt her and not let her speak. Maybe she assumed everyone knows the answer, or maybe she got flustered on TV. Regardless, I am sad that she missed the opportunity to once and for all defend the arts and entertainment industries’ liberal leanings against accusations of anti-American hippy non-politics. Although that may be the case for, say, someone like Richard Gere, the reality in total is far more nuanced. There are no absolutes.

March 19, 2008

Thursday, December 20, 2007

The Decline of Dave Matthews Band: a Quiet Tragedy

Dave Matthews Band seemed to be an unparalleled creative musical force from the mid 90’s through the millennium. However, in recent years, their musical energies appear to have congealed into a gelatinous mass of complacency. Their current success and fandom, mine included, may arise more from wishful thinking that the band may return to its glory days than from a genuine sharing in the enjoyment of their contemporary performance cycle. It is remarkable that a band that has not produced a memorable set of songs in seven years can still find themselves a top concert draw and find it acceptable to release a handful of that year’s sometimes-sloppy live shows as albums. As we approach the ten-year anniversary of BTCS’s release (coming up in a matter of months), I think it is time we assess DMB’s slow decline from a do-no-wrong juggernaut to a tired machine that is happy to provide the status quo while their fans humor them, pretending to be excited to the extent they used to be. I am just as guilty as anyone in this, which is why I decided to write this essay. I also feel I should draw a distinction: I am not complaining because I feel “entitled” to better product from the band (that sensibility is unfair to the band and just plain wrong); I am rather stating that it is a shame that a band with so much promise seems to have systematically thrown themselves into a pattern of perpetually falling short over the past several years.

Dave Matthews Band instantly became my favorite band the moment I heard “What Would You Say” on the radio March 12, 1995. I can remember that night like it was yesterday. I am now a professional musician and writer living in Nashville, and I can trace most of what I do musically, and much of what I do literally, back to that singular moment – I took up percussion because of Carter, guitar and songwriting because of Dave, and harmonica because of John Popper. I became interested in poetry and analysis of the written word from Dave’s layered early lyrics. Immediately I picked up UTTAD and mail-ordered Recently and R2T as soon as I could – I even ordered a DMB “Thermal” Fire-Dancer shirt and wore it nearly every day. After 12 years and dozens of wash cycles, it strangely still smells like patchouli from the old Bama Rags warehouse. [Note: I give my DMB fan credentials not for “I’ve been a fan longer than you”- type snobbery, but rather to show that I have been in this for the long haul, and DMB was of utmost importance to me in my formative years. Needless to say, I do not critique artists that were so vital to me – both developmentally and nostalgically – lightly.]

Some would argue that I’ve never been as big of a fan as some – I’ve only ever been to three (yes, only three) live DMB shows (growing up in North Dakota, it wasn’t exactly an easy task to make it out to concerts), and I’ve never been a member of the Warehouse (to this day, my lack of genuine Warehouse bonus discs as the only major holes in my DMB collection really sticks in my craw). But true fandom is not expressed in those statistics – it is what beats in your heart, and I cannot express how important DMB was to me for several years in my youth. I remember seeing the video for “Too Much” on MTV’s Buzz Bin feature on April 20, 1996, and then seeing them later that night on SNL doing “Too Much” and “So Much to Say.” I was beside myself. At 10 A.M. the next morning, I called Sam Goody to see if they had Crash. It wouldn’t be in until April 30. Those would be the longest 10 days of my life. But then the day finally came – buying that CD, listening to “#41” on repeat for over an hour, poring over every detail of the book insert and committing it to memory – it was like a dream. It couldn’t get any better.

From approximately 1995-1998, it looked like I was the only one in Bismarck who had ever heard of Dave Matthews Band, despite media buzz and even (*GASP!*) radio play. I desperately wanted to share this great music with everyone – this could be my contribution to Bismarck youth culture! Sadly, my lack of popularity and tact probably hurt the cause, and the fact that several peers whom I despised came around to liking DMB anyway, in spite of my gentle pushing, was a bitter pill for me to swallow, circa 1999-2000. But there were a small number of people with whom I could bond over DMB – several of my friends were drummers who were similarly drawn to Carter’s drum style. Some of these guys are still my best friends today.

Live at Red Rocks was a revelation. I had seen them do live songs on TV broadcasts, but hearing an entire show was a wholly different experience. I could see myself there – going back in time to 1995 and traveling to Colorado to see the show, singing the words to the Crash songs that Dave himself didn’t even know yet, screaming the loudest during Carter’s “#36” solo, and predicting the setlist to everyone around me. This was more than merely my favorite band – this was a band for history.

BTCS was more of a slow-burner for me. I liked it immediately, but too many things were different for me to love it in the way I loved Crash and UTTAD right away. Alanis Morissette? Gospel singers? Mini-song segues? Banjo? A string quartet? Dave's Vincent Price voice? It was a lot for a young fan to take in. Eventually, I came around to see how the songwriting, production, arrangements, drum sounds, song order, placement of segues, etc., were all perfectly planned out and executed. And of course, now I recognize it as their creative apex, one that may have effectively destroyed the band we know and love.

Luther College and Listener Supported were welcome additions to our collections, giving fans, pre-file sharing, a more complete picture of the band than we had previously if we weren’t good tape traders (and I wasn’t much of a trader at all). This band was nothing if not perfect – every release was different and welcome, every note pristine, every setlist seemingly handed down from the Heavens themselves.

Fast forward a few years. I remember the fever-pitch excitement in the online communities (I especially remember the old dmbml board – man, was that a fun and mean set of DMB fans) when the Lillywhite Sessions surfaced. They were scandalous (we knew we shouldn’t be listening to these unauthorized recordings) yet relief-inducing (we were so glad to hear them), and they turned every DMB fan into a music critic, comparing and contrasting the sessions with Everyday. Conclusions were nearly unanimous.

I had been torn on Everyday when it came out in February 2001. It wasn’t a bad album per se, but looking back, it certainly does mark the end of the innocence for DMB fans. The first show I had seen was the Mile High Stadium show in 2000 – “Grey Street,” “Grace Is Gone,” “Bartender” – in my mind, this set of songs had the opportunity to trump BTCS. But we all know sort-of what happened – the band was getting tense, Lillywhite was working them too hard, and the songs gave them a bad taste in their mouths. Everyday was then the manifestation of what can happen when a band has more pressure than they can handle. The Lillywhite Sessions, if finished properly, could have been a stunning achievement that maybe would have set the band on a course to be a genuinely legendary record-making and songwriting alliance for the ages. Everyday, in stark contrast, was a scared band retreating into what they know could easily make a record – shorter songs, pop production, happier themes, slick rhythms. It was marketed as the record of a band finding new inspiration and focus, but really it was a different band, tired and frightened – probably still tense that the LWS didn’t work out (for whatever reason) but unsure of the streamlined new direction.

I had a teacher who always spoke the loudest if he was unsure of what he was saying; RCA and DMB pushed Everyday harder than they’ve pushed any other DMB album. Longtime fans responded with everything from shrugs and head-scratches to outright renouncing of the band. I think that period was the great equalizer; those fans that stuck around, hoping that Everyday was not a signal of the band completely losing their energy, are the ones that are still around today, still going to the forums daily and buying every volume in the Live Trax series – I am among that group, although I am not particularly proud of it. In due time, I would be able to recognize Everyday as a perfectly solid album – “Everyday” and “What You Are” have become semi-legitimate DMB classics, “Dreams of Our Fathers” a far-more effective attempt at rap- and R&B-influenced songwriting than anything on Stand Up, “So Right” a could-have-been classic (if presented differently), and “Sleep to Dream Her” a beautiful song that combines advanced chromatic musical theory in the chord structure (whether Dave knows it or not) with a love lyric equally comforting and devastating, despite the fact that it’s never received a proper live treatment. But time has shown Everyday to be a fair entry in the DMB discography only in distant retrospect. At the time, the decision to put the kibosh on LWS and give the green light to Everyday was, in a word, perplexing.

I hesitate to call the 2001 tour bad, since I did not see a show that year. The recordings I heard were of a band stripped of its confidence, trying to fit their grassroots sensibilities into big-stadium pomp and swagger. Napster and the LWS came and went. Busted Stuff was DMB trying to save face – fans wanted Ballard out and the LWS songs back in. Rather than trying to push forward creatively, the band sheepishly retreated and did a mostly-poor job of giving some then-two-year-old songs the studio treatment. Boyd is audibly out-of-tune on “Raven” (I defy you to try to find an out-of-tune moment in a completed Lillywhite album or Ballard’s Everyday), Dave unapologetically messes up lyrics in “Bartender” (to the point where the second chorus doesn’t even make logical sense), and the “adventurous new things” they were trying in the studio amounted to be nothing – Stefan playing dobro (kind of) and keyboard (not really)? It seemed very coldly calculated, yet very lazy at the same time. “Grey Street” certainly benefited from a revisit, but “Grace Is Gone” was stripped of its dramatic balladry, and “Big Eyed Fish” came off as an awkward “Bartender” intro. There was no magic, no fire – the band had flat-out wasted a golden opportunity.

Fast forward more. The inundation of live album releases began in earnest. Dave did a mostly-OK solo album that simply made me wonder why he didn’t record the songs with DMB. Boyd did a merely-OK solo album that can best be described as amateurish. The Musictoday promotional machine went into overdrive – exclusive bonus discs packaged with new releases and a confusing hierarchy system dictating which fans are important enough to get certain bonus tracks. Perhaps the MOST exciting inclusion on these cool-fans-only discs was on the first Warehouse 8 – a 40-second tease of “Blue Water.” People were stoked. An official “Blue Water” release! But was this really something to get excited about? The song, although a minimalist DMB classic, is two chords! The band could easily play it in full without breaking a sweat, to the delight of thousands of fans. But rather than even attempting such celebrations of their talent, history, fan appreciation, and creative capability, 40 seconds is all the band gave us to be excited about.

Times got harder for the DMB completist. The 6-disc Gorge boxed set was an embarrassment – Dave’s voice was gone, the mix was awful, and the flimsy packaging was most likely dented when it arrived. Plus, the DVD didn’t come with the complete set, so fans like me had to buy both the retail version and the site exclusive to get it all. Was the DVD worth it? I can’t even remember.

The band now seems obsessed with making their own shows available. Somewhere between the every-released-show-is-an-important-document philosophy of the Dick’s Picks and Live Phish series and the only-buy-this-if-you-were-at-the-show policy of Pearl Jam’s live album series lies DMB Live Trax. Rather than using this web-exclusive series as a vehicle for truly rare stuff – uncirculating early shows, studio outtakes, Dave & Tim releases, etc., the releases seem to alternate between great but all-too-obvious choices (Volume 1) and weak, inessential, overblown boxed sets a la The Gorge (Volumes 6 and 9). Don’t even get me started on The Complete Weekend on the Rocks. I’m sure I’m missing something, but I shelled out 70 bucks for “Time of the Season,” “Butterfly,” and several dozen songs performed better on other albums.

There exists the notion that DMB needs to release as many live shows as they can. Is the live concert experience amazing? Yes. But musically, are they that different? No. DMB does not have that many songs in their repertoire. I mean, more than Matchbox Twenty, definitely, but far fewer than their number of live releases would suggest. DMB’s idea of changing a song’s arrangement usually involves giving the solo to someone else (“Jimi Thing,” “#41”) or extending a riff for ten-plus minutes (“American Baby Intro,” “The Dreaming Tree”) with the only “build” to speak of involving Carter playing more notes, louder and faster, and the band following suit. This rarely actually works. They simply do not have the ability that the Allmans or the Grateful Dead had to build a minimal musical idea into a spontaneous composition by sheer group will. It could happen in the band’s early days, when Dave wrote unconventional guitar parts that borrowed from everything from prog rock to world music, but the hypnotizing beauty of “Proudest Monkey” was the simplest and most-guilty-of-noodling they got ten years ago. Simply put, “American Baby Intro” is not a song.

Then comes the issue of Dave’s songwriting. Has he written a truly great song since 2001? “Stay or Leave” comes closest, and that gets relegated to Dave’s side project shows. There have been sparks of greatness here and there – the 2004 songs were decent but not brilliant, but they were mostly scrapped for the un-thought-out shitfest that was Stand Up. For the record, I do not blame Batson for how awful that album was. He is a great producer with a keen compositional sense, good ear, and talented ability to use sonic space in interesting ways. His only mistake was in not challenging the band (and how could he? Although he says he was intimately familiar with BTCS in interviews, it is simply not plausible that he knows the band’s catalogue like the rest of us). Dave’s lyrics on Stand Up were either laughably sloppy or beleagueredly forced. Musically, the songs rarely ventured out of two-riff territory. The band claimed they had found a new creative focus or something – a marketing attempt that sounded eerily familiar to the Everyday PR maelstrom. It seems like part of the band’s policy is now to make fans like their music by suggesting that it’s good music, rather than by actually creating good, exciting material.

The 2006 songs had flashes of brilliance too – the jam at the end of “Break Free” is nothing short of exhilarating, and “The Idea of You” could become a borderline classic. But the band has not showed a lot of confidence in these songs – they will most likely abandon them on their next studio album in favor of “Cornbread” and “#27,” both boring, interchangeable blues rockers. “Eh Hee” is at least interesting and different, but it’s not a classic song. Dave throws in “Fuck” in a way that does not enhance the song one bit – that is classic amateur songwriting.

If we contrast the band’s output now with the “classic era,” 1995-2000, we find newish things that are listenable at best and embarrassing at worst. As a professional musician and songwriter, I find myself having to qualify and apologize when I tell my peers that I like DMB. I used to be proud of the adventurous, genre-bending iconoclasts; I now am slightly ashamed of the band that throws smoke in mirrors to hide the fact that they were just not up to the challenge post-BTCS.

I sit here today listening to Live at Piedmont Park, its bonus disc, and Live Trax Vol. 10, all of which I received in the mail a week ago. With a few reasonable exceptions, my collection is complete. Have the last 13 or so live releases been essential? Intermittently, but mostly no. As a whole, I’m glad I have them. Why? I don’t know. I don’t really sit down and listen to them. The possibility that there is some piece of each live release that I need eats at me when I get those e-mail announcements, until I finally get out my credit card and pre-order. Inevitably, I will find two or three performances on each live album that I really enjoy, but that does not change the fact that this is a very different band from ten years ago. There is a great possibility that the next studio record will be great, but I do not find that to be very believable. Will I buy it? Of course. I’ll pre-order it right away so I can get the bonus disc with yet another live “Jimi Thing” on it. Oh, and the “making-of” DVD, where they insist to us how essential and exciting the new songs are. I’ll need to have that.

It breaks my heart to say it, but DMB has been dying a slow death for nearly ten years. I call this a quiet tragedy – because there’s been no sudden event to trigger the end of their great period, no one ever had the opportunity to sing a swan song or recite an elegy. It is tragic nonetheless, and I hope that the sheer brilliance of their first three albums will be enough to preserve them for the ages. They probably have a few more years in them, and then a proper goodbye. Nothing would make me happier than a great studio record and a solid set of songs. Here’s to hope. I don’t want to have to lie in my grave, dreaming of things that might have been.

December 20, 2007