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A Group By Any Other Name by Celeste Tabora
07Union Breathes Easy by Kelly Kreuzberger
'Round the Dial by Tom Hallet

 

A Group By Any Other Name

by Celeste Tabora

music1.gif (17310 bytes) Andrew Baschyn and Bobbi Miller have come a long way together. Autonomous is their project, but it’s more than just a moniker for their musical alter ego or a classification for their songs. It’s also a great way to describe their songwriting process. Baschyn serves as the foundation, making mini discs for the rest of the group. Miller and the other collaborating musicians repeatedly listen to those mini discs until they construct their parts. Once they get together again, thay shape the song with what they have come up with separately. “I guess I never really thought about it,” said Baschyn, who said it comes naturally that way.

    “It doesn’t always work,” laughed Miller about the way their music is created. “I think we’re both introverted and very into secluding ourselves when we write. Musically, it seems to work best. We’ve tried creating a song organically and it just has never worked. It’s very strange. Any other project I’ve ever worked on, has been more organic but in this project it just doesn’t work.”
    Baschyn and Miller clearly work well together; throughout our conversation, both were finishing each other’s sentences and thoughts, which is how their musical relationship is as well. Miller finishes Baschyn’s airy songs with her moody vocals and poignant lyrics. With two main people, they obviously recruit other musicians to come in and play parts for these songs. It’s ever changing and even harder to keep up with who you might see at their next live show. But they don’t claim to be a “band” anyway.
    “It’s a question that always seems to be there,” said Baschyn while pondering the state of their project.
    “Of course they are going to be credited. Some of the songs on this recording were shaped by them more than anything. Some of them were done our traditional way. It’s gotten very difficult because of the way that we write. Most people aren’t used to that. People come into the project wanting to be a band, but it eventually cycles back into being a project,” Miller explained with a warm voice. “It’s hard to call us a band, even though it would be nice to always have the same people; to rely on each other as a unit. It eventually trickles back to the two of us doing our thing first.”
    Andrew Bibi, one of the collaborators, is a schooled jazz bassist who has been with the project for about a year and who Baschyn seems very impressed by. Bibi originally came in to fill keyboard duties, Baschyn and Miller found his skills in bass playing and eventually, he fell into that place.
    The music is best described by simply stating that it is beautiful. It’s calm and provides an atmosphere of relaxation. Lacking any sort of hidden climax, the music is comfortable to enclose yourself in. As are the smiles of both Miller and Baschyn. They describe their sound as having big beats, airy strings and ethereal vocals with a warm fuzzy studio sound. Comparisons would catagorize them with Morcheeba and Esthero.
    Autonomous is a feeling, a mood. The music is like those dreams with no beginning and no end, with no strong fears or overwhelming happiness — just perfect comfort. The songs are dreamscapes. Unlike others of the same label, they actually look like regular people with an air of class. Originality is what they’d like to convey to their audience.
    “Whenever people ask me ‘What kind of band are you in?’ I honestly don’t know what to say. After three or so years, I honestly don’t know how to categorize us. And I think that’s a good thing,” Miller said as he smiled at Baschyn. “It’s hard in this town. It’s almost essential to be labeled as indie rock.”
    Their CD release party this Friday, presents their stomping grounds of Minneapolis with their new album Lovelorn. Which, Baschyn revealed, is a mutual feeling he and Miller are being overwhelmed with of late. The album was produced by Ev of 12Rods and Autonomous is ecstatic about his work on their record and how it’s turned out.

    Lovelorn, the new CD by Autonomous, is reason to party. Join the fun with Autonomous and supporters Medication, The Morning Stars, and DJs Alexander East and H. Mhoon at the 7th Street Entry, 8 p.m., $6, 21+, ID Required.

07Union Breathes Easy

by Kelly Kreuzberger

Ever feel like you can’t breathe? No matter what you do, you still feel like you’re running around like a chicken with your head cut off? Well, my loves, I found the breath. Meet 07Union — Nate McCallister (vocals, songwriter, acoustic guitar), Iceman Jones (vocals, djembre), Brian Lee (bass), John Hughes (drums) and Boomslang (electric guitar, tech). Yes, yes charming and sweet young men and when McCallister asked me, “You’re not going to make us look like hippies are you? Well, hippies are cool.” I just about fell out of my chair.
    07Union comes strong with a blend of mischievous freestyle rap, blues and folk in tightly crafted songs about love and life that make you listen for more than the usual hook. Rap and folk, you ask? Yeah, it’s a crazy evening of music. Between Iceman’s free styling “cause the ‘they’ is us and let it begin with you,” tumbling after McCallister’s “gotta get me some of that ghetto booty. Need to get me some tonight,” in a raw acoustic hoedown, well, let’s just say this band has massive balls.
    McCallister is a fighter, one who persists to full waves. “What keeps me up an entire night playing music when I have to work at six a.m. the next morning is the love for music,” expounded McCallister. “I realized I could do something in sixth grade choir. I knew I had something. I knew I had ‘it.’” The ‘it’ is a result of something unique, searching. Searching the mud that people are trudging through with this grin-and-bear-it disposition.
    The band’s tunes absolutely will become embedded in your head. It’s been four days since I’ve seen 07Union in action and their tunes are still fresh in my head. What’s most memorable is McCallister and the way he makes his mouth open up like he’s getting ready to swallow a mountain. Which he does with lyrics like “I just hope she remembers the good times,” that can make all of our hearts drop. He also creates mesmerizing lines like “Rain keeps coming down. Down, down, down. Keep on thinking I’m gonna drown but that can’t be, long as I don’t forget to breathe.” Now, it must be something about the way McCallister makes both his voice and guitar sound sour but perfect in unison that makes me want to sing it in the shower.
    McCallister’s bravery, the fact that he made it look so easy to get up on stage and pour his heart out for everyone to taste, is almost tempting. This guy doesn’t involve you, he gives you the chance to sit back and absorb. He throws out his soul clad songs with this “thank you sir may I have another” look, it’s difficult to believe those tunes are his experiences.
    Iceman as well leads a similar path. “I’m not scared, I’m not even scared of death,” Iceman paused as if to make sure I was paying attention. “I do get nervous though. I was popular at one point in eight grade and it was false. People just knew my name. I decided I didn’t like that at all and stopped hanging out with ‘the crowd.’ I basically started hanging out with Nate and we began talking about our hearts and minds.” That sounded like a rebirth to me but Iceman explains it in more determined words. “It’s hard to stay on the path of truth and honesty. Realize that there are certain signs that indicate problems. If you don’t mask or hide [those] problems, then you will always stay on that path. [However], problems don’t go away. Some people just have different ways of dealing with the problem. They feel like they’re actual accomplishing something when they’re really chasing their imaginary tails.” Iceman said as he placed the finishing touches on his hand-rolled cigarette.
    As much as the serious side of 07Union, there is also a humorous side. “I remember I was in second grade, I was really into the Beastie Boys. Standing in front of the mirror I would make up songs about lunch ladies,” McCallister grinned. The respect for one another is also very strong. “Iceman brings confidence out in everybody. He’s got a little bit of that ‘f@!* it’ attitude. Doesn’t get too serious. He brings things to life. [There isn’t] any other way to do it. That s#@! would be nuclear,” McCallister told me as Iceman exploded into hysterics.
    This band is good, pretty damn good. So, come Sunday (soon to be Thursday) night, if you’re looking for a chilled out place to go and wine and dine and BREATHE, now you know the place. A very powerful scene infiltrated by musicians with infectious songs, wonderful pipes and an African drum, get moving and go!

    07Union plays at the Borealis Caffé Sunday nights for the month of October. Beginning in November, 07Union will be playing Thursday evening. The first Thursday will be free; otherwise cover is $3.

'Round the Dial

by Tom Hallet

Quote of the Week: “I’m very misunderstood, you know. It’s the price I have to pay. Beethoven and Michelangelo were misunderstood in their time, too.” — Marvin Gaye

Song of the Week: “Misunderstood” by Wilco

We’ve all had the experience. You hear a tune with lyrics that aren’t quite clear, whether it’s a production problem, a slurred, stoned singer, or a performer who deliberately muffles his/her utterances. When I was a kid, I thought Dolly Parton was singing “Don, Don, the butterfly” about some winged creature named Don, in the song “Love Is Like A Butterfly.” Yep, I felt pretty stupid when I saw the title written out on a 45 in the local record bin. Not that finding out the real words made the song any less irritating, but it was a relief to find that my mother’s country music heroine hadn’t discovered acid and begun penning paeans to bugs.
    My good friend Gary swore for years that Gerry Rafferty intoned the nonsensical line, “he opens the door/he’s got that muck on his face” in the song “Baker Street,” when the actual lyric is “he opens the door/he’s got that LOOK on his face.” Silly, I know, but he actually prefers to think of it that way. Another infamous ear-snafu he went through most of his teenage years defending was the line he heard as, “I’m not talkin’ ’bout the linen and I don’t wanna change your life” from the 1976 England Dan & John Ford Coley hit “I’d Really Love To See You Tonight.” After many late-night sessions on the topic, I finally convinced him that the real lyric is “I’m not talkin’ ’bout movin’ in” but not before he had me equally convinced that “the linen” would work just as well. After all, if you aren’t up to discussing what kind of linen you both want; it’s probably not a good idea to move in, right?
    Author Gavin Edwards went beyond the boundaries of bad taste with his increasingly moronic books on the subject, as their titles prove: ‘Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy, He’s Got The Whole World In His Pants and When A Man Loves A Walnut. Yeesh. The books became so insulting (with lines like “It’s a hard egg” replacing Bonnie Tyler’s “It’s a heartache,” it was obvious the guy was making the stuff up) that one reviewer was moved to write “money spent on this book would be better invested in toilet paper.” I decided to quiz some of our beloved local musicians and find out if they had any better (or at least more realistic) examples of MEIS (Musical Ear Infuction Syndrome). This week’s first offering arrived via email from quirky singer/songwriter Mike Merz, formerly of Pimentos for Gus, now a veritable institution on the scene with his band The Can O’ Worms and solo work. Mike wrote:
    “My favorite misheard lyric is the person who thought KISS was singing ‘I wanna rock and roll all night/And part of every day’ [for the KISS-impaired segment of our readership, the actual word is “party”] thus illuminating the boys as not only festive, but prudent as well. Heaven knows one mustn’t rock and roll the whole day, as you have to rest sometime. Of course, many people have thought that in one of my songs I’m singing, “No such thing as Saturday,” when of course it’s actually ‘No such thing as the Tasaday’ So it goes.”
    Our second contribution comes to us courtesy of Rich Mattson, sound guy at The Turf, rabid music fan, and producer/engineer/singer/guitarist for the Glenrustles and Ol’ Yeller:
    “All through high school I played in cover bands. Oftentimes, I would tape songs off the radio for myself to learn. I’d sit there with pen and paper, dutifully writing down the lyrics after figuring out the chords. There was this kickass song by Robert Plant, off his first solo album, that (I thought) went something like this: “Well, through a window by a band doorway/She sharin’ chances with my love/Jumped up from ending up a romance/How could I fall without a show/No don’ go who in round my feelings.”
    I sent Rich the actual lyrics to the song, (which I had to locate on the web, since I heard about the same thing he had when I played it, and mealy-mouthed Robert Plant hadn’t bothered to include any for the song, “Burning Down One Side,” in his 1982 LP Pictures At Eleven.) and though he was genuinely surprised to see them, they didn’t move him anymore than Dolly Parton’s did me back in the day: “Slipped through a window by the back door/Caught short in transit with my love/Jumped up, fell back, cut off from romance/How could I fall without a shove/Tip-toed like thunder on my feelings.”
    Mattson’s stoic reply: “I couldn’t remember the title to that gem, but we did it, and I remembered my retarded lyrics, and still do. No one ever noticed. [The real words] make about as much sense as my version, don’t you think?” Perhaps, like Rich and my friend Gary believe, we’re better off with our own interpretations of the sometimes downright idiotic rock poetry we’re exposed to. Fist-waving casual KISS fans who go around embarrassing themselves singing the wrong words are no worse than fist-waving Gwar fans who sing the right ones. I mean, the guitars (courtesy of one Robbie Blunt) on that Plant tune are pretty killer, and Mattson’s word-jumble certainly doesn’t cause it to lose anything substantial in meaning, does it? Maybe next time I’ll leave the misinformed happily wallowing in their personal version of whatever wacky “classic” they happen to dig. Or maybe not...
    Local Tidbits: Be sure and catch three kick-ass shows in a row this weekend at The Turf Club — Thursday, Frances Gumm opens for Giljunko and Monuments Of Leisure, Friday, Dillinger 4 make their first triumphant post-tour Twin Cities appearance, and Saturday brings good ol’ Slim Dunlap back to the stage. Sunday night, The Drive-by Truckers bring their good timin’, shit-kickin’ stage show to the 400 Bar. What’s in my CD player right now: Advance copies of Dan Israel’s excellent solo effort, Dan Who?, the Mike Merz Tribute Album (more about that soon!), which features loads of great artists saluting the songs of the Merz-meister, and Jake Wisti & The Centurions’ killer upcoming album, We Will Destroy U. Excellent tunes, keep your eyes peeled to this here space for record release dates and parties. Until next time — make yer own damn news.

    If you have local music news (gigs, events, etc.) that you’d like to see in this column, send replies to TMygunn777@aol.com.

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