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Rick Moody Meets (Via Phone) The Feelies

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The celebrated novelist and Wingdale Community Singers rocker interviews his favorite band. Blurt takes notes.

The growing, ongoing Feelies revival began last year when the 1980s-era New Jersey band – whose rhythmically incessant, disciplined rock minimalism and mysteriously allusive lyrics defined the future of indie rock while also honoring its Velvet Underground origins – reunited after 16 years apart.

It gained further traction this year when the Feelies played their masterful 1980 debut, Crazy Rhythms, it its entirety as part of the “Don’t Look Back” showcase at the All Tomorrow’s Parties festival in New York. And in September, Bar/None Records re-released Rhythms and its follow-up, 1986′s The Good Earth, on CD and vinyl with deluxe packaging. Bonus material has been included via digital download cards to preserve the actual albums in the form the Feelies originally wanted.

There are many reasons for the Feelies’ status as such a beloved band. But one is that many writers, critics and artists have always taken the Feelies’ oeuvre seriously as art. One of the most important to do so is novelist Rick Moody (The Ice Storm, Purple America). He wrote his first novel, 1992′s Garden State, while living in Hoboken and incessantly listening to The Good Earth. The novel is about young people adrift and constantly slipping into something foreboding in an industrially decaying New Jersey. Moody credited the band as an inspiration in his introduction.

Moody has remained a huge Feelies fan, even as he himself has ventured into rock ‘n’ roll as a member/lyricist of the Wingdale Community Singers, a moody alt-folk group that also includes David Grubbs, Hannah Marcus and Nina Katchadourian. With that group celebrating release of its new album on Scarlet Shame Records, Spirit Duplicator (reviewed here at BLURT), it seemed an appropriate occasion to bring Moody together with Feelies’ creative lynchpins, Glenn Mercer and Bill Million. (The other band members participating in Feelies reunion gigs are Dave Weckerman, Brenda Sauter, and Stanley Demeski.)

The three agreed to share a phone line to talk about music and related topics with Blurt. What follows has been edited and shaped into a feature:

“I have a funny story about what happened when I sent the introduction [to Garden State] to Bill that I bet Bill doesn’t remember,” Moody says. He then addresses Million: “I sent [it] right when Time for a Witness came out, and I Fed Exed it to you for some reason. You called and said, ‘You woke me up.’”

Million replies that he doesn’t remember that and then Moody adds, “So I felt very guilty for waking you up.” There is a slightly awkward silence after that, which Moody breaks by asking about the Feelies’ performance at New York’s Town Hall in 1991, which he attended.

This causes Mercer to bring up a comment from a critic who recalled the show’s evident tension – the band broke up shortly afterward. Million, for his part, then mentions how another writer recently noted that at the reunited band’s shows at Maxwell’s in Hoboken, the members still looked like they didn’t enjoy each other’s company.

“I thought that was a complete misinterpretation,” he says. “I mean, if we didn’t like playing with each other, we wouldn’t be up there. I think sometimes people are taken aback because there’s not a lot of interaction with the audience – rather, it’s the music itself.”

Moody interjects, “And you have been playing 30+ years, right? So you don’t have to have a lot of onstage patter between yourselves to prove you’re acquainted.”

At this point Mercer offers some insight into the Feelies’ whole musical worldview: “Plus, we don’t really smile on stage, so people tend to think we’re not enjoying it. We have what’s been described as a workmanlike way of performing – it’s a job and we go about performing it.”

Moody probes a bit: “Does it feel that way to you, Glenn, or is that just other people’s interpretation?”

“I think that, a little bit contrary to a lot of bands, it’s sort of not so much about having a good-time party atmosphere for us,” replies Mercer. “A lot of bands have that – ‘Hey, how you all doing out there?’ We’ve never felt that need to express that attitude.”

That’s a performance approach that Moody, who appears before audiences both as an author and a musician, can understand. “In terms of playing music in our little band, we have even less stage presence than the Feelies,” he says. “I mean, it’s like an anti-stage persona to the point of being painfully awkward sometimes. That’s fine with me – I’m only interested in the music part of it. I arrive at that because I always felt that way about bands that I liked. It seems they’re more interested in making the song happen live than in making the audience happy, somehow. Like Big Star, Leonard Cohen, the Feelies or the Velvet Underground.”

Mercer tells Moody, ‘‘Over time I’ve become more comfortable onstage, but it’s always been a struggle. It’s not a naturally comfortable place for me to be.”

Moody explains that the love writers feel for the Feelies isn’t about a stage presence or lack of one. It’s about the band’s songs and sound. “Partly, its because the records are great – that goes without saying – but partly it’s because the lyrics are so oblique,” he says.

“That’s a very literary approach to lyric writing,” he continues. “You can’t parse them easily. It’s the same way that Animal Collective and Joanna Newsom are very lyrically cagey and hard to pin down – writers find them interesting. I suspect you can make an argument that their lyrics are more poeticized in that they are not easily interpreted. And that has inherent literary value for writers who like music.”

Mercer says he has difficulty discussing this topic. “It’s always been hard for me to talk about lyrics. The idea is to try to say as much as you can with as few words. The lyrics always come after the chords. I can’t imagine having to fit the melody to the words.”

Moody says how inspired he was by one particularly imagist lyric in a Feelies’ song – the reference to “empty cars out on the highway” from “The Last Roundup” on The Good Earth. “But you did see an empty car on the highway?” he asks.

“Hasn’t everyone? But it was burning,” Mercer replies.

“That image I used about eight times in “Garden State,” Moody says. “I kept stealing it from you again and again. It’s actually central to the novel.”

By Steven Rosen
This originally appeared in Blurt (www.blurt-online.com) on Dec. 10, 2009.

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Rick Moody Meets (Via Phone) The Feelies

2 Responses to Rick Moody Meets (Via Phone) The Feelies

  1. Barney Hoskyns says:

    Thanks for reporting on this interesting encounter. What one-offs the Feelies were and are. Here, for what it’s worth, is the review I wrote recently of the CRAZY RHYTHMS reissue on Domino:

    THE FACT THAT the Feelies came from New Jersey – and complained that driving to Manhattan through the Holland Tunnel gave them headaches – didn’t stop the Village Voice hailing them in 1978 as “the best underground band in New York”.

    The Hoboken quartet sounded even less like an orthodox rock group than all the other sexless whiteboy postpunk bands coming out of New York, London, Manchester in 1978. They looked like preppie geeks – or like Vampire Weekend – and sounded approximately like a composite of Wire, Magazine, Dream Syndicate and Orange Juice.

    But their sound was bracingly devoid of hooks and harmonies – school of Velvet Underground/Modern Lovers, granted, but with muffled Idiot-Iggy-meets-Edwyn-Collins vocals submerged under rumbling floor-tom rhythms and one- or two-chord guitar drones. You could hardly tell what Glenn Mercer and Bill Million sang about: sometimes they cancelled each other out altogether.

    Though the Feelies’ first (Rough Trade) single ‘Fa Cé-La’ was a missing link between the Beach Boys and Television, I never caught the mooted parallels with REM (apart from at odd moments like the overlapping, neo-Byrdsish vocals on The Good Earth’s ‘Two Rooms’). They were one of the most unlikely bands to end up on Stiff, who bemusedly played them Lene Lovich’s hit ‘Lucky Number’ in an attempt to steer them towards more commercial pop. The UK label clearly didn’t grasp the fact that they made Television sound like Van Halen, their nervy inscrutableness manifested in strangely shapeless compositions and impassive lines like “You remind me of a TV show/Well, that’s alright, I’ll watch it anyway…”

    Thudding drums and jerky guitars slowly emerge from amorphously ambient intros but rarely build in a conventionally dramatic way. Riffs circle back on themselves or just hunker down into cerebral trance-grooves. A curious choice of cover – the Beatles’ ‘Everybody’s Got Something to Hide (Except for Me and My Monkey)’ – is as nonplussing as anything else on 1980′s Crazy Rhythms. They sound so of the moment they could be a new American band signed to Domino, the UK label that has fittingly reissued Crazy Rhythms and 1986′s The Good Earth.

    The Good Earth (sort of exec-produced by Peter Buck) sounds slightly more cohesive – closer to, say, Mitch Easter’s REM productions or even Stephen Street’s work with the Smiths – but the vocals remain opaque and ‘Slipping (Into Something)’ says it all in the splendid vagueness of its title. (The band’s very name hints at the unspecific indistinctness of what they’re all about.)

    This is music that can’t really make up its mind whether it’s rock or not. It’s so intent on not being Rock that it almost fails to engage at all. But something pulls you in, keeps you coming back for more.

  2. Thanks, Barney, well-put — the band seems shy about itself to me, which is a trait I admire in the egocentric world of R&R. By the way, us Americans ask, whatever happened to Edwyn Collins? I liked his records quite a bit.

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