Uncle Green

When I first learned of them it was around 1986, I think. They were a local band, which was not a scene I was part of back then. My sister was friends with them, and we took a road trip with them up to South Carolina for a show. They played the sort of jangle pop that was all over the place at the time, and they did a damn good job of it. They were fun to be around. They all lived in the same house, they really came across as a sort of latter day Monkees in some ways (none of them derogatory). Just after high school I started hanging out with them a lot more. When they found out I was going to be going to college in Massachusetts they started calling me Sammy (as in Cheers). It became such an insidious nickname with them that there was one day when one of them was shocked to be reminded that it wasn’t actually my name. They released their first CD on DB Records (they’d had singles and at least one vinyl release before this, self-released) and my sister and I were in the liner notes. The year in between high school and college I spent a lot of time with them, went out of town with them a few times.

Once I went to college we sort of lost touch. I would go catch shows and things were starting to happen for them, and we would catch up. I never felt the slightest bit bitter about how we had drifted apart. They put out two more CDs over that time period, each progressively better and more polished.

They finally got a bite at a major label (Atlantic) and put out a record called Book of Bad Thoughts which Atlantic failed to do anything for and it promptly sank like a stone. They had a two album deal which Atlantic bought them out of or something, but either way they were dropped.

In the meantime Brendan O’Brien, who had produced their last two CDs, and just liked them a lot, had suddenly become the hot producer, and Sony gave him his own label, and his first signing was Uncle Green, who in the meantime had sort of reformed themselves as 3 lb. Thrill. They gave a few reasons for the name change, and I do think it helped them to feel a little liberated, I mean, 10 years under the same name can make you feel a little constricted to a particular sound, but mostly I think it was because they knew that most bands only get one shot at a major, and so changing their name was their only option to try and get another deal. They had already started sounding harder edged before they changed the name, and they talked about changing it for almost a year before finally settling on one. So it wasn’t as drastic as it might have seemed to a lot of people.

When Vulture came out things looked good. “Diana” was the single and they were about to fly to New York to do the video when MTV said there was no way they would ever play it, since it dealt with child molestation. Madonna dancing in front of burning crosses, yes, band no one knows singing about child molestation, no. So the video was halted, and all the plans went up in the air. A couple of months passed and the label tried again with “Something Will Come,” made the video and everything, but by then too much time had passed. There just wasn’t any momentum anymore.

Even so, it was still Brendan’s label, so they started to work on the second record. They rented a house here in town, set up a studio there, and were producing themselves, with Nick Didia doing the engineering. They recorded about 30 songs, most of it really amazing. But meanwhile every other act that Brendan had signed had also stiffed, and the label just wasn’t all that thrilled with him anymore. When they played the demos they got the death knell from any label: “we don’t hear a single.” So they actually went back in on their own dime and cut 5 songs which were apparently very catchy (these I’ve never heard), but Sony still wasn’t interested, and dropped them. Soon afterwards the mini-label ceased to be. They shopped the demo around, and had three or four very close calls with labels, but in the end no one bit.

I think it was all really disheartening for them, and in the meantime they had all moved out of the shared house, and were sort of getting lives outside each other. It was just too much effort and too much time without any reasonable response, and that was pretty much that. Matt recorded a solo record (which I haven’t heard but would love to) and shopped it, but no one ever picked it up. I don’t think he’s really doing anything in music now. The others play every now and then, in other bands, or studio work, but mainly went back to school or got regular jobs.

Anyone who’s been reading me for a while knows that Pete McDade, who plays currently in my backing band, is the former drummer for Uncle Green/3 lb. Thrill. It was a big deal for me to have him playing on the CD and to have him playing live with me lately. The cassettes I had from before of those 30 or so rough mixes have been missing for years, not uncommon in our house. Last night Pete brought me CD copies of all of those rough mixes, and I listened to them on the drive home from rehearsal last night.

I had forgotten how good it was. It really was a dramatic step forward. When Vulture came out I was still in Radiant City, and we all listened to that record, and talked about how it was a benchmark for us, something we were shooting to try to top somehow. When I got to hear these songs on cassette way back when, I was stunned, and very envious. Listening last night it finally occurred to me more than it has before…

I always list as my influences people like Neil Finn, Michael Penn, even Jeff Lynne, obviously. But when it all boils down, the band that is most responsible for me doing this full time is Uncle Green. Personally from having been with them during some of their career, and seeing what it was like; and musically because for a long time they paced me, always providing a higher level for me to try to catch up to. I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten that far.

Listening to the CD on the way home was bittersweet, if only because it’s sad to think these songs never got a chance to be heard.

updates

Yesterday I went by the label to pick up the bio they made out of what I sent them. Amy happened to be there, and they were in the middle of a meeting so they told me to go ahead and join the meeting. Amy said a bunch of nice things about the CD (she actually hasn’t heard the final mix, she’s only heard the 8 or so rough mixes I gave them a few weeks ago when this all started). She said she really liked “Sherman,” and was very complimentary about the song, the metaphor, the whole story being told. Coming from her that felt pretty good. She gave me the draft of the contract to have looked over, and mentioned a couple of things that had been added, involving a buyout clause for the label, in case someone else comes along wanting to sign me and/or re-release the CD. She said she doesn’t normally have anything like that because she rarely has the feeling that she has an artist who is likely to get snapped up. True or not it was a nice thing to say.

There’s a store in town, one of the main indie record stores, in Little Five Points, called Wax and Facts. They have a large window display for new releases, about 4’x6′, and usually it’ll either feature a large, weather proof poster, or a painted display. Very prominent. Apparently I’ll be on it, probably in October.

That’s pretty cool.

Anyway, so now I have the contract, and it was made clear it’s just a draft, and that everything is negotiable right now if something makes me uneasy. Amy gave me her cell number and Russell’s number to ask any questions.

This weekend I start putting together press kits to begin planning out the first few jaunts out of town in September.

Meanwhile, it looks like I now have a four-piece band for IPO, which makes me feel infinitely more confident about the show. I was feeling very unsure about covering all the guitar stuff myself, and having it sound full. But now we have a second guitarist. I feel good about this whole setup now.

I heard this quote today, and it has nothing to do with anything, other than making me laugh out loud…
“He couldn’t pour urine out of a boot if it had directions on the bottom.”

How true. I think.

19 Jun: Atlanta

19 Jun – San Francisco Coffee (Atlanta, GA)
w/ Dave Dault

Ah, by the way…

The show Wednesday night was strange. There was no PA, which I knew in advance, but what I didn’t know is that my voice doesn’t carry well. It seemed to come out and then flop to the ground right in front of me gasping for air. Dave was animated and would play standing up (we were trading off on songs), moving toward and back from the people sitting at their tables. I tried for one song and realized there was just no way I was going to manage that, so after that I just pulled a chair forward until I was sitting pretty much in the crowd, and sang. Then when I was done I would move the chair back so Dave could play.

I was sloppy, I resorted to “Xanadu” within about four songs (always a bad sign at a writers’ night) and played almost exclusively songs I was unprepared to play for the rest of the night. My voice began to get strained from trying to carry somewhat. It was more or less a mess. But, they were also appreciative, and responsive, and someone I didn’t know requested “Forget the Forget” which couldn’t have shocked me more if the person who requested it had turned out to have a third eye.

So, it was okay. It didn’t exactly make me feel like a rock star or anything, but it didn’t leave me questioning why in the hell I was doing this for a living, either. Somewhere in the middle of those is an okay place.