
A.B. Vidal… Revealed!
What Singular Mind Guides The World Through The Imaginary Realms of Gnarls Barkley?
originally published March 14, 2007
In theory, the desk of A.B. Vidal sits at the center of St. Elsewhere, the imaginary home of idiosyncratic pop duo Gnarls Barkley. Here, surrounded by Intellivision boxes and army boots, Vidal works away at his desk, writing an online journal for the millions of Gnarls Barkley fans who come to the band's website looking for tour dates, the "Smiling Faces" video or how to download the inescapable hit, "Crazy."
What fans find instead, right above the band's "official news," is A.B. Vidal's blog, where he waxes poetic about his coastal childhood, his predilection for watermelon soup, and his successful re-election campaign as chief executive, all in a strange, avuncular tone, more reminiscent of Kafka's Josef K. than Cee-Lo.
Vidal's is an oddly-placed voice, a fully realized existential character on the splash page of an incredibly popular dance band, but like most of the juxtapositions related to Gnarls Barkley, the oddity is perfect, and the feature is incredibly popular, generating hundreds of comments and developing into a world all its own.
Not surprisingly, the real desk of A.B. Vidal - where the ideas for St. Elsewhere's bPhone, (a combination cell phone and Big Mouth Billy Bass) and the unofficial St. Elsewhere Flag (a dark green windsock) come from - is not actually in the center of an imaginary island nation, but rather in a first-floor apartment in Chicago's Humboldt Park.
Emerson Dameron
Here, flanked by old paperbacks and a futon covered with cat hair, former Athenian, Splash Conception frontman, WUOG station manager and Flagpole contributing writer Emerson Dameron sits, listening to old funk records and trying to imagine what might go through the mind of Vidal, a character he talks about with a fondness normally reserved for what the rest of us call "real people."
A.B. Vidal is a character Dameron has had in mind since childhood, but one that hadn't had a chance to live outside of Dameron's head until recently, when he became "chief executive of St. Elsewhere."
"I imagined an overlooked island republic that's calm, tolerant and also a bit creepy," Dameron says of St. Elsewhere, "and A.B. seemed like the perfect civic leader for such a place: patient and worldly, but excruciatingly oblivious about certain things."
Dameron-as-Vidal stumbled into his chief executive job last year, when he got a call from Brian Burton (AKA DJ Danger Mouse) asking Dameron to write some press materials for the then-upcoming Gnarls Barkley album titled St. Elsewhere .
Dameron and Burton had met at UGA in 1999, when Dameron was the manager of WUOG and Burton hosted the "Halftime Hip-Hop Show" there. They quickly became friends, exchanging records and dating tips at the Blind Pig Tavern and the Manhattan.
"He took his show more seriously than most of the deejays there," Dameron explains, "but at the same time, he seemed to have more fun with it. He would hang out during my office hours, and I would hang out during his show. I think we find humor in a lot of the same stuff. And I love Portishead's album Dummy , which is a requirement for Brian's friendship."
From there, the two went their separate ways - Dameron to Chicago and Burton to London and then Los Angeles, where he became instantly famous for his Grey Album mash-up of Jay-Z and the Beatles.
Burton and Dameron exchanged an email or two in the intervening years, with Dameron remaining a fan and supporter of Danger Mouse, but he had no indication his talents could be used to help further the Danger Mouse juggernaut. So he was particularly excited when he got a call from Burton.
"About a year ago," Dameron says, "just as I was getting fired from my ad agency job, Brian called me up and asked if I wanted to put together a press kit. At that point, I'd been immersed in all things Gnarls for a while, so I took a long walk, stopped at a few bars and came up with the 'Who is Gnarls Barkley?' story that they eventually used in the hype materials. They liked that thing so much, they hired me to do all the press for Gnarls and Danger Mouse."
Matthew Donaldson
Gnarls Barkley
The persona of A.B. Vidal came about as an alternative to the official news on the site, a way to indulge in some of the stranger parts of Gnarls Barkley, and to give Dameron a place to play. Burton, according to Dameron, wanted something like the old "Business" columns Dameron used to write for Flagpole, but with a particular Gnarls-esque twist.
"I update the St. Elsewhere blog maybe once or twice a week," Dameron says, "The last time I did, I wanted to do something interactive, so the haiku contest was born."
Like many things related to Gnarls Barkley, the haiku contest took on a life of its own after its offhand conception. On Jan. 30, Dameron-as-Vidal asked the St. Elsewhere aficionados to send him pineapple-and-solitude themed haiku. After a week, more than a thousand entries had poured in, ranging from the pretty good ("I will alone win / Your special pineapple kiss / With my boombox glow"), to the seriously terrible ("starved in solitude / i see your pineapple stand / save me some sweet chunks"). But throughout all of the poems, there was an underlying enthusiasm to be a part of the Gnarls project, in whatever small capacity possible.
The winner: "Shingles aim downward / Hiding things in shadowed spots / Lost fruit, or reptile?" for what A.B. Vidal called its "mix of vivid imagery and cryptic suggestion."
"I'm sure I'm projecting a bit," Dameron confesses, "but I think the Gnarls record brings out the sadness and weirdness in people who normally wouldn't indulge those aspects of themselves."
One of the clear messages from Gnarls Barkley's music is that indulgence in weirdness and sadness can often lead to incredible bursts of creativity. The risks Danger Mouse and Cee-Lo take as a band inspire people to not just dance, but create whole new worlds to dance in.
"The blog gives them a chance to do it," Dameron agrees, "albeit in an absurd, roundabout way."
Absurd and roundabout is, naturally, how everyone ends up in St. Elsewhere.
In the Fullness of Time
Megan Baer Presents Her Debut Album Out Of Place
originally published March 14, 2007
Megan Baer
Actions speak louder than words, yes? In particular, I want to tell you about two observed actions - one from near, one from afar - which convey more about Megan Baer’s music than any words. Any words except perchance her own lyrics infused with the collaborative musical joining resulting from her marriage to multi-instrumentalist Michael Wegner, and for that experience you need but pick up a CD or find your way to the long awaited CD launch coming up at the Melting Point. But: actions over words!
The first and less important of the two actions is in truth a re-action in that after months of neglect after first listening to Baer’s magical debut Out Of Place , I have revived its soothing tones to once again breathe in my battered ears. It is with a real sense of guilt that I report I have missed its presence, in hindsight, and resolve not to neglect its luxuriant musicality for such a long period again.
The second action, which I think speaks much more to the quality of Baer’s music than my fickle promises, is that two-and-a-half years have passed since the first note of this Baer composition first hit a recording membrane, and from that point forward, the process has been anything but rushed and anything but forced, false or immodest. What it has been is a labor of life; an unhurried but heartfelt relief describing the quickening from passionate post-adolescence to maternal maturity with all the turbulence and telling trysts contained therein. Out Of Place is a musical river: at times majestic, at times seductive, it offers comfort and solace, but is not without a dark soul. At its core, it is a place where gnarled arboreal roots run deep into human detritus and silt, daring you to follow where external light is absent while also offering a safer swim where the consciousness can play amongst the surface currents in a symbiotic resonance, drawing comparisons to the ilk of Neko Case, Norah Jones and Beth Orton. Enough of baroque observations: Megan Baer has her own thoughts and reasoning for the way this album has come to be what it is and discussed them recently with Flagpole through the inorganic remove of email.
- Flagpole
- What’s your view on why it has taken the album such time to arrive at this point?
- Megan Baer
- Obviously you don’t have children (ha-ha)! I have three kids. We started this album when I was pregnant with my third. Of course, we wanted to finish before she was born, because we knew if we didn’t it might drag on forever, and well… we just didn’t pull it off!
- Months would go by with me not even thinking about it, and then Michael would have to drag me kicking and screaming back to the studio to finish working on something. After the studio work was finished, little things continued to take forever to finish due to being absolutely swamped with the details of running our home and keeping up with the baby and two school-aged girls.
- I'm hoping if there is a sophomore effort, it will be marked by its brevity! I think it will have to wait until Amelia is old enough to go on tour with her Daddy and leave me at home alone on the weekends!
- Flagpole
- What were you hoping to achieve with this album and what inspired you to make it?
- Megan Baer
- This album records songs that I wrote from the time I was 19 until a few years ago. It is a catalog for me of my life in my 20s, figuring out who I am and what my place is in this world. I have been a very closeted musician, and having something concrete to hold in my hand (this CD) means I can no longer hide! It has been challenging for me to develop enough ego to put myself out there…
- Flagpole
- How did you and Michael meet?
- Megan Baer
- Michael and I met when we got together with a mutual friend to play music for the "Wearable Art Show" at the Lyndon House in September of 2001. At that time, I never would have guessed he was "the marryin' kind"! He was set in his ways as a bachelor.
- Flagpole
- What does it mean to you to be able to make and perform music together?
- Megan Baer
- Well for me, it is an honor to play with such a seasoned and flexible musician as Michael. As I have often been a reluctant performer, his support and encouragement have certainly been what have sustained any desire of mine to share my music with others. He has been a midwife for my music, and the best kind because he makes me laugh! We have fun together!
- Flagpole
- Who will be in the band for the upcoming launch?
- Megan Baer
- My husband Michael (Fuzzy Sprouts, Abbey Road Live!, Cosmic Charlie), the lovely and multi-talented Noel Blackmon (Calliope Fair, Short Road Home), and we stole Danny Conkle and Joe Ellison from the amazing Sunny-Side Up rhythm section! Amanda Kapousouz (Tin Cup Prophette) will join us with her beautiful voice and smokin fiddlin', and maybe another special guest or two!
WHO: Megan Baer, The Solstice Sisters WHERE: Melting Point WHEN: Friday, March 16 HOW MUCH: $8.50–$10
When Is Tragedy Ever Petite?
Part I: Kevin Barnes Traveled A Tortuous Path To Create Of Montreal's New Album, Obliterating Arbitrary Walls Along The Way
originally published March 14, 2007
Rennie Solis
Of Montreal
David Lynch's new film Inland Empire weighs in at three hours, and Thomas Pynchon's novel Against the Day tips the scales at 1,085 pages. Both works fit their skins, though, attaining depths necessary for cartography of their creators' obsessions and ideas, and both succeed, not only as reflections of the contemporary world (as well as worlds above and below), but also as keyholes into the cores of their creators. So it's fitting that "The Past Is a Grotesque Animal" anchors the new Of Montreal album Hissing Fauna, Are You The Destroyer?
It's a sprawling, 12-minute beast of a thing, and unlike any song Kevin Barnes, Of Montreal's main creative force, has created before. Wheezing guitars peel back an opening sonic haze, and a rhythm kicks in that doesn't relent for the duration of the song; layers pile on as everything swirls towards the center. The lyrics focus on Barnes' relationship with his wife Nina - the meeting, the attraction, the unsaids; it's the most intensely personal song on an album of intensely personal songs from a songwriter who, until recently, populated his songs with decidedly apersonal characters. But, according to Barnes, it was his decision to veer towards the confessional and write about an admittedly "insane" time in his life that made Hissing Fauna , released on Polyvinyl Records in January, possible.
Backtrack a bit, first, to the writing of the genre-busting album, a chronological tour through the ups and downs of Barnes' recent life. "It was a totally organic thing. I need ed to do it. And I wasn't even really thinking of making a record or putting it together like you do… a sequence of songs and that sort of thing. I was making music to save myself," says Barnes. We're sitting outdoors at a picnic table at Bishop Park. It's sunny and unseasonably warm, and millions of miles away from Norway, where Barnes was when he wrote and recorded the album entirely on his own (a full band rounds out the live show).
"I started recording when Nina [who is a native Norwegian] and I went to Norway [in 2004], when she was pregnant with [our daughter] Alabee," says Barnes, an Athens native. "We don't have health insurance, so we decided to have the baby over there. Living in Norway, nothing really to do, no friends really, a bit of a culture shock and going through all that. I think that because of the dramatic lifestyle change, I sort of - I hear this happens to a lot of people - went through this really intense depression, which was something I'd never gone through before or been depressed like that before. I mean, I'd been, like, 'My life sucks' or blah blah blah, but it was never a physical thing. It was so strong. It hit me really really really hard. It was almost like being on strong drugs or something. Really upsetting and confusing. It was a really crazy experience, all these anxiety attacks and paranoia and obsessive-compulsiveness, all this bad shit I was going through. It was really difficult to navigate through and even keep my head above water. And that was just the beginning."
"[So] I needed something to focus on that was positive, and music's always been that way for me. Rather than fighting with Nina or fighting with myself or drinking heavily or doing a lot of drugs, that was my way of coping with it. And then when you realize, 'Wait, I'm a recording artist, I put out records, I should put these songs together and make a record,' in a way, it sort of cheapens things to a degree because of marketing strategies and press photos and all that crap, but the record itself is really special to me. Now I'm out of that dark period, feel a lot better and look back and think, 'God, that was an insane year.'"
The track "Heimdalsgate Like A Promethean Curse" - with its opening plea of "I'm in a crisis, I need help. Come on, mood, shift, shift back to good again, come on be a friend!" - captures Barnes' spiraling depression and culture shock, but the lyrics overlay an optimistic and soaring synth melody. "Gronlandic Edit" combines funky bass lines with Prince- and Stereolab-esque sounds, though its vocals are nothing but confusion and searching. Kevin says this juxtaposition of energetic sounds and depressed lyrics wasn't just intentional, it was imperative.
"It's interesting," he says, "because the first half of the record is very poppy. That's the thing, I was trying to make music to help myself get out of this dark period, so instead of writing dark and melancholy stuff, which I knew wouldn't help me at all, I tried to sort of uplift my life with sound."
A bad case of culture shock would've been enough, but Barnes' environmental problems were only the beginning. The new family moved back to the insular world of Athens in early 2005, and the stress that came from staying with Kevin's brother David, not having a house of their own and an impending national tour that would take Barnes away from his new wife and daughter split the family up.
"I was about to go on this super-long tour," says Barnes, "and Nina's having to take care of Alabee all by herself, so there's the pressure of that in the back of my mind, y'know, thinking, 'Am I doing the right thing?' This is the way I'm financially supporting us, but Nina has to take care of Alabee by herself, which is totally overwhelming. And so we go on tour and with [the 2005 album] Sunlandic Twins , it exploded a bit. We were playing larger places and selling out places where before we'd only have a couple hundred people, and so that was super exciting, but at the same time, there's the other side where I'm neglecting my wife and neglecting my daughter. So the two sides, I just could not resolve that at all, and so eventually Nina and I split up. This was all during touring for Sunlandic Twins and writing songs for what would be Hissing Fauna .
"So we split up, she went back to Norway. It was a really bad split; we were both devastated and heartbroken, because you have these dreams about true love and having a family and it's supposed to be magical and fulfilling and so perfect. And then it happens and you realize you're still fucked up and life isn't a dream and you still have to struggle. So that was also really eye-opening and kind of helped me - or made me - view the world in a different way… I went through this hedonistic period of heavy drinking and carousing. I could see that this was an empty pursuit. There's no fulfillment in that lifestyle."
Brian McCall
Kevin Barnes
Not all of 2005 was bad, after all, which brings us back to "Grotesque Animal," the album's centerpiece. "'The Past is a Grotesque Animal' is the real tension release," says Barnes. "Everything is building up in my life and exploding and falling apart around me. That song was kind of like, 'Let's face it, let's face forward and straight on and get everything out in the open. I fucked up, you fucked up, everything is fucked up.' But what we discover is that when everything falls apart, we're still together with this special connection that is really exceptional. Me and Nina. The song is basically like me talking to her because I couldn't really talk to her because it's so difficult to communicate things to other people. There's so much baggage and weird restrictions you put on yourself - I can't say this because then you will react this way, and I don't want you to react this way - it's a one-sided dialogue."
And after several darker months, the couple repaired their relationship and the family was reunited. From that point of the album on, things start to look up; numerous influences abound on Hissing Fauna , and Barnes brings in some new sounds, particularly on the upbeat second half of the record. With the falsetto vocals and unhinged, swaggering sexuality of tracks like "Faberge Falls For Shuggie" and "Labrinthian Pomp," comparisons to the sexed-up sounds of Prince and Sly Stone are easy to make.
The vamped-up sounds of what was once a much cuter, simpler and easier to categorize pop band should come as no surprise, though; it's a natural evolution and one that Barnes has hinted at in past performances. Take, for instance, the band's Aug. 19, 2006 performance at the 40 Watt. Near the end of the song "Oslo in the Summertime," a crowd favorite off the wildly successful Sunlandic Twins , Barnes replaces his chorus with the hook from the Kelis song "Millionaire," so you've got a twinky, glammed-up Athens pop musician dropping rhymes from a lusciously hyper-sexualized R&B singer's song, written in the first place by Outkast's André 3000 (a man with clear pussy-baiting Prince aspirations of his own). We're leagues away from the Vaudevillian camp of early Of Montreal albums like The Gay Parade.
"I've really been into Sly Stone," says Barnes. "I watched a lot of live performances, and he's such a great performer, y'know, such a freak in the best way… For some reason, it's taken a long time for me just to feel comfortable with who I am. Growing up feeling like a freak, thinking 'shit, I should be different, I should be more like those people.' Everybody feels like they have something different inside them, but sometimes you forget that we're all very similar in that way and you feel that it's the world against me, and that's not really true, you have so much in common with so many people, even the person who's being an asshole to you, that even if you sat down, you could find a connection. But with Sly Stone, it seems like he has matured to this level that I really want to, let his freak flag fly and feel comfortable around anybody."
So it's no mistake that "The Past Is a Grotesque Animal" name-checks the quasi-mystic and transgressive French writer Georges Bataille and his 1928 novella Story of the Eye . The story presents a series of orgiastic vignettes, and speaks to debauchery in the face of customary restraint. "Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit," wrote Bataille, "to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison." Dark and light, yin and yang, cats and dogs: oldies but goodies, filling a deep and rewarding well for Of Montreal to plumb.
Barnes' sweaty side has surfaced with the stage persona of Georgie Fruit, a delicious counterpoint to the prim, poised proclamations of past characters like Claude Robert. "Georgie Fruit is a black she-male, just a real freaky character," says Barnes. "I can't really get a finger on how old Georgie is, or what sort of life Georgie's had, but he/she is very sexual and maybe slightly pompous, but in that sort of way of someone who's been through a lot. Georgie's probably been to prison a few times. Georgie's gone from man to woman, changed genders."
Pynchon's Against the Day seems to be about us all. Sure, it's "about" anarchists and assassinations and global spelunking and ballooning, at least when you're talking plot(s), but thematically it touches on the variations, nuances and problems of today. And Inland Empire , well, although it eschews traditional concepts of plot as one event pave-stoned after another, it presents no shortage of theme. Different viewings of the film lead to different interpretations, but at its core, beyond all its stories of actresses, prostitutes and Polish gangsters, it seems to be about the reclamation of self and the establishment of identity. Against the Day looks around and perhaps beyond our globe, Inland Empire dives into multiple layers of character and fiction and Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer? looks almost exclusively at its author himself, making it slightly less towering and far less surreal than Pynchon and Lynch. Relative to context of Of Montreal's past output, though, it's perhaps just as ambitious. The specific focuses may be different, but the album's statements are also universal, and Barnes' lyrical topics of lust, regret, redemption and bliss - shuttled straight to the dance floor via irresistible pop hooks - are no-brainers to us all. Let's get physical, sure, but intellectual as well - both can be compellingly visceral.
Credit most likely goes to Of Montreal's recent marriage of both pelvis and cranium for taking the band to its current, most popular and successful point in a decade-long career. For more on the band's successes, though, pick up next week's paper.
WHO: Of Montreal, Loney, Dear
WHERE: 40 Watt Club
WHEN: Saturday, March 24
HOW MUCH: $12
Nostalgic Already?
The Walkmen, And The Early 2000s Indie-Rock Boom
originally published March 14, 2007
Greg Morris
The Walkmen
Stylish, anger-fueled bands like the Walkmen know the clock's ticking down on indie rock's 15 minutes of fame. The Shins' new album is a phenomenal success; mainstreamers such as the New York Times are quoting bellwether online mag Pitchfork ; groups like the Strokes and Interpol are now thought of with a little nostalgia - which is ironic, since those bands' styles made older listeners nostalgic for the late-'70s rock bands they heavily copied. A VH1 special on indie rock, circa 2001, can't be far behind.
This leaves the Walkmen in an odd place. The quintet, first known to hipsters as the successor to Jonathan Fire*Eater (a lauded New York group that disbanded in 1998), and later known as the group whose song "We've Been Had" appeared in a Saturn car commercial, has been around long enough to be lumped in with the post-punk movement of a few years back, while still sounding like it has something to say. The Walkmen's most recent studio release, A Hundred Miles Off , didn't generate the critical fervor that their earlier albums did (particularly 2004's Bows + Arrows ). Last fall's release of Pussy Cats , a note-by-note re-creation of the Harry Nilsson/ John Lennon album of the same name, was largely ignored by all but devoted fans.
"People shifted away from us," Hamilton Leithauser says, diplomatically. Leithauser fronts the Walkmen, and is largely responsible for the group's notoriety. His voice, a ragged, lean, alcoholic-sounding wail - "the God-voice," as a promoter friend once called it - helped propel the Walkmen's status above a crop of indie rockers whose lead singers simply weren't very good at singing.
There are other qualities, of course, to the Walkmen's sound. Such as the warm, insular tones of the mostly vintage equipment they use (old guitars, old organs, old amps), and the fact that the band is unafraid to court both fans of Joy Division and Woody Guthrie (factoid: the Walkmen's first NYC show featured a cover of the latter's "This Train"). It doesn't help that Leithauser and his bandmates are themselves fans of the rock/ folk canon; while reading reviews of the group, you'll notice one pop icon's name, in particular, dropped consistently.
"Bob Dylan fronting the Velvet Underground," reads an Associated Press piece. "Bob Dylan guesting on a Luna tune," reads the San Francisco Weekly . "The fury of a young Bob Dylan," to quote NPR. "[A] mid-career Dylan," says the Boston Globe . "A Dylanish frayed edge," says the Dallas Observer . The old guy should get royalties every time his name's mentioned in an article about the Walkmen.
Indeed, the band does bear some resemblances to the Holy Bob's mid-career work. That's evident even on Pussy Cats , a somewhat maligned album that Leithauser himself confesses wasn't a very serious effort.
"That was just for a hoot. You know, it's not really one of 'our' records," says Leithauser. "It was sort of a good-bye. Our studio was closing, and we knew we'd get kicked out. So we figured we'd make the most of the free studio time. We had to choose something, so we chose that. We did songs in one take."
The studio is a non-musical example of the band's current state of flux. Dubbed Marcata, this has been the Walkmen's home ever since Jonathan Fire*Eater disbanded. The group actually took the money left over from Jonathan Fire*Eater's recording contract and leased a warehouse space in Harlem near Columbia University. For years, the space was a car factory; during World War II, it was used for nuclear radiation testing. Some time during the band's prolific stay at Marcata (where they recorded most of their albums), Columbia repurchased the building as part of a massive expansion project. The band was pissed. The school was kicking them out of their recording studio.
Leithauser and his bandmates had an already tenuous relationship with the school. Guitarist Paul Maroon studied Russian there for two years before dropping out; drummer Matt Barrick attended the school for a year. Ex-Fire*Eater Tom Frank also studied briefly at the Ivy League university.
In a way, the eviction is validation for the Walkmen, who for years have been steadily sloughing off their prep-school personas.
A little history: The band's genesis was not at Columbia, nor even in New York, but rather in a Washington, DC, boys' school called St. Albans. This is the same high school that Al Gore, John Kerry, Gore Vidal and even President Bush's grandfather attended. The then-teens' first group, the Ignobles, was a band full of cute, upper-class boys. When the guys moved to New York in the mid-'90s, the "indie rock boy band" reputation followed; Jonathan Fire*Eater was harassed relentlessly, and, while popular, lacked hard-luck credentials. The bandmembers attended college (organist Walter Martin went to Bard), dropped out of college, made some weird, angry music and fostered a man-of-the-people image that endures today. Getting evicted by Columbia helps.
Now the bandmembers are approaching 30; they are at the time of this writing in Australia, and they're having to confront grown-up issues like how to balance a family with band life, and how to deal with being older than many of their fans. Which is okay, really. If and when that VH1 special on the life cycle of the early-2000s indie-rock scene is made, you can count on the Walkmen being featured prominently.
WHO: The Walkmen, The Broken West, Ferraby Lionheart
WHERE: 40 Watt Club
WHEN: Tuesday, March 20
HOW MUCH: $10
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