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Deep Cuts: R.E.M.

Statistics show – and please don’t ask to see the statistics, because someone set their coffee down on them, it spilled, and now the ink’s all smeared, so you can’t read them, anyway – that there are essentially only two types of R.E.M. fans: those who discovered the band prior to the release of their 1987 album, Document, and those who discovered them when the band’s single, “The One I Love,” unexpectedly began its stampede into the Billboard Top 10.

Me, I cut it pretty close. I discovered them with Dead Letter Office, a B-sides and rarities collection that showed up in stores scant months before Document… but, still, if there’s a fence, I’m on the side where I can wave over it and point and laugh like Nelson Muntz, saying, “HA-ha!”

I first heard R.E.M. when “Fall On Me” scored some minimal mainstream radio airplay in 1986, but, on a field trip with my high school journalism class, I ended up hearing Lifes Rich Pageant – the album from which “Fall On Me” originates – in its entirety, which piqued my interest enough to invest in a cassette copy of the aforementioned Dead Letter Office. I must’ve read Peter Buck’s liner notes about the origins and histories of that album’s contents a hundred times – no small feat, given the tiny type in that tape cover – and I decided that I was definitely going to be picking up more of the band’s recorded output.

So I did.

It’s almost 20 years later now, and I’ve got all of the band’s studio albums, as well as a handful of CD singles, a best-of collection, a rarities disc, and – shhhhhhh, don’t tell anyone! – even a bootleg or two. I’ve seen them live three times, and even had a close encounter with Bill Berry as he wandered the campus of the College of William and Mary, in Williamsburg, before the band’s show – with openers 10,000 Maniacs, no less – at William and Mary Hall. You may be familiar with the concert in question; Peter Buck immortalized it in the pages of Rolling Stone when he bitched about getting nailed in the head by a wet sweatsock…which, come to think of it, would explain why our encore got cut short.

So armed with that knowledge and experience, here are my picks for some of R.E.M.’s best deep cuts:

1. “Carnival of Sorts (Box Cars),” Chronic Town EP – From the get go, it was obvious that Michael Stipe was not going to be going out of his way to have his lyrics understood, but you can at least make out that this is where the title of the band’s first EP came from. Dig the creepy circus music that starts the song; it makes for a great mix disc opener.

2. “Perfect Circle,” Murmur – One of the loveliest songs in R.E.M.’s catalog, it remains a favorite of many fans…and, apparently, of the band themselves; even 22 years down the road, they still break it out in concert once in awhile.

3. “We Walk,” Murmur – It’s an inconsequential little number buried near the end of the album, but damned if your head doesn’t bob every time you listen to it.

4. “7 Chinese Brothers,” Reckoning – Peter Buck’s chiming guitar, with a little helping from the occasional plinking of a piano, is what drives the song. The track was revisited on the flip side of “So. Central Rain” in the form of “Voice of Harold,” where Stipe recited all new lyrics over the same music. But it’s the original that’s “a must.”

5. “Second Guessing,” Reckoning – It’s a pop song, pure and simple, coming in at under three minutes in length…2:50, to be precise. Stipe spends most of the time asking, “Why are you trying to second guess me,” but it’s the bit where he and Mills harmonize on the line, “Here we are,” that makes the track.
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To see the entire R.E.M Deep Cuts list, click here, and check out Bullz-Eye’s R.E.M. profile.

We got the Hives, and we’re gonna share them

The Hives took a circuitous route to fame, recording a couple albums and EPs in the 1990s and getting the greatest hits packaged all together in one magic hit CD, Your New Favourite Band, a couple years ago. Last year the Swedish punks came back with the all-new Tyrannosaurus Hives, a clean, punchy set that clears the sinuses of music fans who’ve just about had it up to here with wussy stuff from the likes of Dave Matthews and Sheryl Crow. The band’s new concert DVD “Tussles in Brussels,” released in time for the Christmas shopping season, gets the Hives phenomenon down for the record: The hard licks, the black-and-white outfits the band wears, and of course, the singular sound of lead vocalist Howlin’ Pelle Almqvist, with whom we sat down for the following chat:

Bullz-Eye: Describe a Hives concert for those in our reading audience who haven’t been.

Pelle Almqvist: If you’ve been to a rock concert–I’ll assume that much–if you take what you’ve seen there and multiply it by ten, that’s pretty much it. It’s like a rock concert except there’s more of everything else. Except color, because we’re dressed in black and white. It’s a bid louder, more intense, a bit more energetic. The only thing it isn’t a bit more of is…calmer.

BE: I’m sure you’ve been asked this about 5,000 times, but here’s 5,001: why do you dress that way, anyway?

PA: It looks good, but also, we’re convinced it makes us sound better. Like some hippie bands had some statues on their amps and stuff because it made them sound better? This makes us sound better. The treble’s a bit clearer.

BE: I’ve been listening to your stuff for a couple years now….but describe your music for those who haven’t heard it.

PA: Well, it’s rock music, that’s what it is, I’ll tell you that much. Very very very energetic rock music. If you like the classic values of rock – first it has to be entertaining and exciting, and after that you can do different things with it – it’s fast and loud and fun.

BE: Does the DVD cover one show or a series of shows?

PA: We just recorded one show and we had to just trust that we’d be good enough to put it out, otherwise we’d have to record another show. It’s one show straight through, not edited. It turned out really well. We spent a lot of time cutting between cameras and making sure the sound was as good as it could be.

BE: What do you remember about the gig?

PA: I was going into the crowd and this guy was pulling on my leg and I fell and did a jump and I landed with my shins on the barrier. I think you can maybe see where it happens. My leg was bleeding and swelling up halfway through the show, and I keep getting stiffer and stiffer. But the good thing is that I was wearing black pants, so you can’t see the blood.

To read the read of the interview, click here.

311 beats up Scott Stapp, lives out the dream of music critics everywhere

Man, news reports don’t get any sweeter than this. Former Creed singer Scott Stapp and 311 threw down in a posh Baltimore hotel. The reports that are coming in vary somewhat, but this is what we have so far:

• Stapp entered the hotel bar, stepped in front of the TV that members of 311 were watching, and said, “311, I am ready to fight.” (They had met earlier in the day, although nothing happened in their first encounter.) 311 weren’t interested, and Stapp went to the bar and started drinking.

• Stapp then made a crude remark to the wife of 311 member SA Martinez. While the members of 311 then claim that Stapp sucker punched drummer Chad Sexton, who was at the bar with Mrs. Martinez, there are also reports that SA Martinez threw the first punch and had to be forcibly removed from using Stapp’s tongue to paint his boat.

So let’s recap: Here’s a guy who poses Jesus style on his album covers, then picks fights in bars and hits on married women. Never mind Stapp not being a good Christian, or singer, or lyricist; Stapp isn’t even a good drunk. Can’t he just be happy, a little sloppy and slur his speech like the rest of us? On top of that, it doesn’t sound like he’s much of a fighter, either.

In one song on Stapp’s (awful) new album, The Great Divide, he bellows, “I do not have to justify the way I live my life,” to which I say: you are getting rich off the money of good hearted people who find comfort and peace in your songs about God, and you are then spending that money getting drunk in a bar and coveting thy neighbor’s wife. So yeah, dude, you kinda do have to justify the way you live your life. But not to me, though. I never thought very much of you before this. 311, on the other hand, are instantly and permanently in my cool book.

If only he was Michael Jackson

Oh, that Gary Glitter. Yes, it’s semi-old news but the fact that the dude is currently jailed in ‘Nam on charges of having sex with a minor and may have to face a firing squad is certainly worth mentioning one more time (and check out that link for a photo of Glitter donning a cool Captain Beefheart look). One has to ponder upon Michael Jackson’s recent desires to split the USA and head for drier, foreign areas of amusement. He’s already been caught in a ladies’ room. What’s the penalty for having sex with a minor there? Facial mutiliation? Too late.

So this is a kind warning to you kids who want to rock: if you’re not The Stones or McCartney, you’re gonna be getting into trouble with weird stuff once you get old and ornery (i.e., Pete Townshend, Gary Glitter, Jacko, the Bay City Rollers). And another thing; I get the distinct feeling that Gary Glitter and Carrot Top went to the same plastic surgeon. One who specializes in completely screwing up eyebrows. For that, Gary should be put away for a long time. Don’t plan on any “Free Gary” tributes coming any time soon.

New Cars follow-up

FYI, here was Todd Rundgren’s official comment on the New Cars and why he got involved:

For the screamers:

Now that the cat is out of the bag, or rather ‘car is out of the garage’, I should address the issues I would have dealt with had someone given me a heads up before we went public.

There is a new cadre of ‘fan’ who has taken to constant second guessing of my motives and decisions. Their responses are usually Cassandraesque, rife with predictions of career death and loss of core audience. If results are not to their satisfaction, they threaten… what? To actively campaign against playing my music on the radio?

Here are the facts. I don’t know what kind of job you have, but I imagine that if you want to keep it you have to adapt to changes in your job description and to changes in the job market itself. And I don’t know if you’ve heard, but musicians have notoriously brief careers. You can’t do the job well on a part time basis, so you had better make a living at it. And if you want to keep the job, you better take advantage of whatever opportunities you have to work.

You would have thought that 2004 was a big year for me careerwise, and in many ways it was. But the effort to bring the tour to the widest audience was not a profitable venture and I am still paying it off today. You would have thought that 2005 has been a nearly disasterous followup, and in some ways it has. But I erased the debts of last year, got caught up on my taxes and even vacationed for a couple weeks. Oh yeah, and I supported my family.

So now an opportunity has arisen for me to pay my bills, play to a larger audience, work with musicians I know and like, and ideally have some fun for a year. The catch is, a lot of people have been counting on something else. Let’s make this clear: the possibility of a Utopia reunion of any kind has always been extremely remote. We disbanded for specific reasons that a previous reunion attempt only exacerbated. Despite whatever enjoyment we got from playing the music for our fans, the reformation left a sour taste. It would be ludicrous to Spinal Tap our way through a tour so fans could be satisfied that we simply showed up on the same stage. That’s a redefinition of Utopia I can’t personally handle. No ‘magic date’ is so magical that it can transform such an ingrained relationship. It’s not happening and we’ll all have to live with it.

The rest of the equation is obvious. I can take out a band of my own and slide inexorably into debt, or I can go out solo and take my chances. Except that’s no choice. Most of my recent material doesn’t translate to the accoustic guitar (let alone piano), so the act has become stale to the point that I won’t accept any more gig offers for solo shows.

So you see, if someone gives you an opportunity to make a good living for a year without violating your musical ethics (or HAVING to play Beatle songs), and throws in the ability to retain your own identity and perform your own material and possibly create new fans, well, what choice do you have, really? The schedule even gives me plenty of time to record a new solo project, so what’s the problem? If my working musician’s decision offends you, start calling the DJs and beg them to stop playing all that TR music that’s in such heavy rotation.

Otherwise, me and Kas and Prairie and Elliot and Greg will be playing parts of the country we’d never get to otherwise, and hope to see you all there when we do.

TR

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