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American Steel Interview Part Deux

Posted in Random Thoughts on September 23, 2008 by Schmitty

 

 

Back when I originally did this interview, a conflated situation occurred; both John and Rory responded, presumedly without the knowledge that either had. But all is well that ends well, I figured that I may as well upload both interviews to show you oh valued reader their independent answers to the same questions.

Who am I speaking with? 

John. 

How and when did you become actively involved in music? 

I bought a guitar at a flea market when I was 8 and started playing soon after… and all through high school I was in various bands (or more accurately, various forms of the same band) that didn’t take ourselves very seriously but had a lot of fun. If you mean active in the sense of playing shows and touring, it wasn’t until after high school, when we started American Steel, that we got more serious. 

One thing has always impressed me with American Steel (and extending to Communiqué) is that on the outside, from the fans’ perspective, friendship seems to be the foundation of the band. How important is friendship to the band? 

Ryan, Rory and I started playing together as friends, and it wasn’t until after a few months that we decided to even play a show, let alone tour and make records. I think bands that start out of fun and spontaneity have a much longer life expectancy than those that start with professional ambition. When things get bad for us, we can draw on our history together and loyalty to each other to see us through. 

Photo from Fat Wreck website

 

Take me back to 1995 when American Steel first started. Beyond the obvious (progression of songwriting, etc), how have things changed for you as a band? What effect if any has that had on your personal life? 

I think a lot of the ways we’ve changed have been the direct result of changes in the worlds of music and touring, which would include everything from gas prices to the rise of digital music. In an economic sense, it’s no longer possible to just hit the road aimlessly and piece together a few modest shows (if you’re talking about anything longer than a week and covering more than a few states). There’s a picture of me from the first American Steel tour standing in front of a gas station where gas is 79 cents per gallon, and I remember staying in lots of hotels during that time that were between 15 and 30 dollars per night. At this point, those prices have basically quadrupled, which means we have to be much more discerning about which tours we take. We’ve had to start turning down way more tours and shows than we play, just to avoid losing huge amounts of money.   

To tie that thread into the rise of downloadable music, you could say that touring used to be a way of promoting a record, but with record sales decreasing every year, that becomes less and less of a justification for tour. So with the cost of touring skyrocketing and the rewards diminishing, it’s something of a vicious cycle. The insult to injury is that more and more venues now take a percentage of all the merchandise a band sells at their show, which makes it even harder to break even. 

Musically, not too much has changed, other than the addition of some truly unnecessary subgenres – emo/screamo is essentially the glam rock of our era. When you hit the road and play a different city every night, you see a few great bands and a lot of horrible bands, as it has always been and always will be. 

 

Chrissy Piper

Photo by: Chrissy Piper

Back in 1995 did you ever think that you would get the opportunity to record three EPs and four LPs, and go on countless tours all over the place playing with some really amazing bands? 

Not at all. It’s pretty incredible to see the country as thoroughly as we have, to have a web of close friends spread all over the place, and to play with a lot of the bands that inspired us to start playing in the first place.  

Initially American Steel ceased to be after you had gone on some pretty high profile tours namely with Murder City Devils (who were at their height of popularity) and Hot Water Music. When you reformed under the American Steel moniker was there a conscious decision to pick up where you left off, or did you go into things with an attitude of whatever happens happens, and let’s just take things as they go? 

Much more the latter. Our main approach with the current incarnation of the band was to keep it fun and simple. We’ve always thought of ourselves as a very self-sufficient band, but near the end of the first American Steel and our entire time as Communiqué, it became harder and harder to separate our own internal professionalism from the expectations of the music world. We got to sort of a bad place a few years ago, where we’d worked hard to get highly-regarded management, and we basically wasted a lot of time waiting for them to make things happen for us. That, coupled with Lookout Records essentially going bankrupt, really left us treading water for the better part of 2005 and 2006. The lesson was that we could make decisions about the direction of the band better (and much more quickly) on our own. Currently, we’re lucky to have a great label and a fantastic booking agent, which is all the outside help we really need at this point. 

All of you have been playing music for the better part of your lives. Are there any drawbacks to being a musician? 

Again, not to be too cynical, but it’s a great way to lose money, especially if you live in the Bay Area. I remember Tim from Avail talking about how he only got through their first few tours because his rent was 85 dollars a month, which is close to what my electric bill was last month. So to be a musician here, you somehow have to be a touring musician with a job at home – both to pay the rent, and to have any hope of having health insurance. 

 

Photo from Fat Wreck website

Photo from Fat Wreck website

Being in a band can make you feel the highest of highs and sometimes the lowest of lows. What keeps you going as a band? 

If a band is representative of the people in it, then it becomes a real source of pride, and that pride can see you through a lot of hard times. Our records sound very different from one another, but each one was an accurate representation of what we were feeling at the time, and I’m proud of our entire output as a band.  

What was the last ingenious thing that you’ve done? 

On our way down to LA a few weeks ago to play with Social Distortion, we pulled over to buy gas and discovered that one of our trailer tires had almost sheared off. Within about 45 minutes, we’d found a Uhaul center, flipped our trailer hitch, picked up a new trailer, arranged a tow and repair for our old trailer, and got back on the road – and we were still on time. I can’t imagine any band has had more vehicle problems over the years than we have. We go through transmissions the way some people go through tires, and we can have a really grim, road-weary efficiency when it’s called for.  

You all seem to be big soul fans like myself. What underdog groups/artists do you think more people should know about? Personally I think more people should listen to Frank Wilson, Mary Wells, and the Velvelettes. 

There’s now a clear break in my mind between bands I like on record and bands I enjoy live. As I get older, I think of my collection of recorded music (LPs and CDs as well as mp3s) as more of a library, where I want to be discerning about what I own, and seek out stuff I’ll want to hear many, many times. In a practical sense, that means a lot of the music I own is from older artists like Velvet Underground, The Band, The Clash, Led Zeppelin, Bob Dylan, Willie Nelson, Leonard Cohen, and so on. Every year I also have an increasing number of old classical, jazz, and blues LPs. 

Live, I’m much more into newer and louder stuff… on this last tour, I loved watching the Lawrence Arms every night; they definitely have a much more manic stage presence than we do, and Brendan Kelly can be downright hilarious. I saw a show with the Arrivals and Triclops in New York that was amazing. NoMeansNo is my favorite live band of all time; I never miss them when they come through town. 

This question might be a bit cryptic, but what song would you want to be played at your funeral? 

“Bird on a Wire” by Leonard Cohen for the memorial, then “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC when my ashes are launched into space. 

Any last words of inspiration or comments? 

Everyone should read Cloud Atlas by David Mitchell. Everyone of the gamer ilk should play Portal. Myspace is going the way of Friendster. Thanks for the thoughtful questions.

Cometbus #51: The Loneliness of the Electric Menorah

Posted in Record, Zine, and Show Reviews on September 22, 2008 by Schmitty

Sorry to whom I took this image from!

Sorry to who I took this image from!


My cousin lent me* my first issue of Cometbus. When she lent it to me and what issue it was is now a cloudy memory, but really that’s not important. What is important is that after that moment, my life was changed forever. Yeah I know that sounds as cliche and trite as every other statement from someone on when they came of age, and music saved them, blah blah blah. Regardless, since that moment I’ve scoured far and wide for any issues that I may have missed, and I’ve made sure I’ve purchased any issues that may have just come off of the press. And over those many moons that have passed since that first issue that my cousin has lent me, I’ve watched Cometbus expand from just a zine to something else. Something more sizeable than a zine. Something more important.

This time around Aaron threw a slight wrench in the gears. Instead of writing in the style that he is most well known for; that is to say realistic fiction, The Loneliness of the Electric Menorah, is a non fiction novel about Berkeley. More so, it’s about the rise of many pivital businesses (used paperback bookstores, used record stores, poster shops, etc) and even potentially yuppies, stemming from an argument between two bookstore owners in 1963. Though this issue not loosely about his life, you know where the names and places are changed, the relatability factor is not missing. In fact, this issue makes me want to go out and find out more about the city I call home. That Cometbus inspires many people to find themselves (geographically or otherwise) is a testament to how important this little zine is to the people that read it.

Aaron must have spent tireless hours compiling a great number of interviews with Berekely locals; the friends and families of the business owners that have passed away, current business owners, and other notable people integral to the story herein. As with every issue of Cometbus, Aaron offers insight on many things discussed. It definitely helps that he is not an outisder looking in on Berkeley, making this story far from dry or boring.

Cometbus has always been important to the punk rock subculture as it stood, and still stands, as a historical document of the last 25 years. Though this issue is not focused on punk rock or the trappings of life surrounding it, The Loneliness of the Electric Menorah, is no less important or significant. I’ve always felt it to be important to find out the history of where you come from before you put it down, and with this issue Aaron has done just that.
Available from No Idea Records

*Sorry I never returned that issue Chrissy, but surely you understand!

Pinhead Gunpowder- S/T 7″

Posted in Record, Zine, and Show Reviews on September 17, 2008 by Schmitty


Five years after the release of Compulsive Disclosure, a criminally short collection of songs from a few previously released 7″ EPs, Aaron Cometbus and company finally return to grace the world with three or four new songs, depending on the format you purchased. Being the completist nerd that I am, I purchased both the vinyl and download format.

Let me predicate this review with the fact I love everything about this band. I love that their songs rule. I love that they’re friends playing music for the love of music. I love that they easily could have a larger label release something for them, yet only release music on their friends labels.

The brilliance in Pinhead Gunpowder has always been in their ability to write some of the best East Bay punk this side of late 80’s. That stands to reason for the, well, obvious reasons. Musically, the songs are more akin to their post Mike Kirsch recorded output (Goodbye Ellston Ave, Shoot the Moon, and various EPs) which is fine by me; those records were always my favorite. I’ve always thought that the songs were stunning poppy and catchy works of art, yet what’s separated them from the rest of the pack is their lyrics. Aaron’s lyrics are always consistently good no matter what band he may be in. As much as I like Billie’s other band (what’s their name again), his lyrics in Pinhead Gunpowder always strike a bigger chord with me. More sentimental for some odd reason.

All in all, this 7″ leaves me feeling the same way all their other 7″s do: Appreciating and loving the new songs, but hungry for even more.
Recess Records

Random Thoughts on Another Silly Day

Posted in Random Thoughts on September 17, 2008 by Schmitty

My voice is fading, trailing off in places I don’t want it to. Bursting back in places where it shouldn’t. Ever see that episode of the Brady Bunch where Peter’s voice starts to change? I sort of sound like that. “When it’s time to change, you’ve got to rearrange….” bleats in my head. But it’s nobodies fault that I’m losing my voice but my own. Ignore the safe guards of singing properly? Check. Don’t keep my voice at a normal inside tone, especially when I get frustrated at work? Check. I’m paying for it now.

Friday I play a show with my band. It’s our first show since April and the first with the new lineup. I’ve got three more days of teaching, and one more practice before it’s go time. I can only hope my voice holds up. There have been a few times where I’ve been shamed on stage; a total lack of voice, falling off when I shouldn’t. I hope that doesn’t happen to me on Friday.

I’ve been a ball of nerves these past two weeks. The gods that control my pathetic life have been working against me, pulling me in a thousand directions. Wouldn’t it be comforting if you could just blame all of your problems on God? Maybe I should find religion. I wish I could focus on just one thing but I can’t. First it was finishing the lyrics to our new songs. The MRR review of our CD made mention of the fact that I had more potential, lyric wise. All this has compelled me to, ahem, step up my game. That’s been on my mind in this writing process. I hope I was able to “live to my lyric writing potentail.” Thanks for the self doubt! Then came learning the lyrics. I’m almost confident in that department. I admire the singers that have a control over the cadence in their voice.

Finally there’s all of the external pressures of work and trying to maintain some semblence of a normal life. I don’t leave my house as much as I should. It’s just as well, it’s not like there’s something out there for me. I’m just tired of my social life being spent at the bar. What happened to all of those midnight bike rides and scavenger hunts? The times I used to play man-hunt in some random park? I miss those more than anything. Oh well…suck it up and deal with it I suppose.

My head is pounding and the kids’ voices are echoing in my head. I look out at my car in the parking lot wishing I too were outside in the sun. Just a one foot thick wall is all that seperates me from freedom. I wish I had the courage to just up and leave.

I Miss My Blanky

Posted in Random Thoughts on September 16, 2008 by Schmitty

When I was a kid I did not need anything to make me fall asleep. I pine for those days. Alcohol doesn’t even make me go to sleep anymore. It used to be worry worry worry, have a couple of beers or a couple of shots of something, lay down and get a full eight hours of sleep. Now it’s more like worry worry worry, try to breath calmly and deeply in an attempt to get my heart to stop beating so hard, and when all else fails take a couple (at least) of sleeping pills to get almost a half of a night of repair.

It’s Three AM and I have to wake up in three hours for work. I finally fall asleep. But then I have that reoccurring dream. The one of my teeth falling out of my mouth. In my dream my gums are bloody and my jaw is clenched tight. I wake up in a cold sweat. The fan above does nothing to help me. There was a time where the monotony of the spinning fan blades would hypnotize me back into a slumber. Now alone in my bed, every sound sets me off. Every passing light makes me reach for the baseball bat under my bed. Neurotic. Paranoid. All I want is a good night of sleep.

I’ve ascertained that the reason I cannot sleep is because I’m worried about anything and everything all at once. I’m worried about relationships, whether I’ll have money at the end of the week to buy groceries, whether I’ll have money to cover everything I’ve been told I need in life like car insurance, house insurance and taxes, a phone bill, the cable bill, whether I leave this city while I’m alive and kicking…Oh God make it stop so I can fall asleep. All I want is reassurance that everything is okay. But she’s the only one that makes me feel calm, and when she’s not there all bets are off. At least I still have sleeping pills. Hopefully I can fall asleep even if it means I wake up a few short hours later. 

So it will be another night of watching the blue glow of the TV on the walls and ceiling. My heads already feeling fuzzy. Another night of petting my cat lulling it into a slumber, all the while plotting my revenge. How dare this little beast gain what I’ve tried so hard to achieve; a night void of worry and full of a non chemically induced slumber.