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Ben Folds
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"You know what we should do for
the bio?" opines the affable, yet wisecracking Ben Folds. "My
mother just sent me all the notes my teachers wrote about me
when I was in school. Like this one: 'Ben is making very
strange sounds with his mouth. This has been going on for some
time.' |
"Here's another one about how a
teacher refused to grade a paper I wrote because it was 'extremely
inappropriate and dirty,'" Folds reminisces, reveling in the
inanity of it all. "I had to write a paper on a famous composer. I
made up some fictional composer and wrote that his most famous
piece was called 'Two-Time Mama' and all this crap. For some
reason, if I thought that the teacher was a dumbass, I never made
it through class. I couldn't stand the thought that someone who I
thought was an idiot was teaching a class."
Sure, John Mellencamp and Bruce
Springsteen have built careers on reflecting populist sentiment,
whether it's the plight of farmers or the travails of the factory
worker. But on rockin' the suburbs, his first Epic album since the
dissolving of Ben Folds Five, the thirty-something Folds connects
with more erudite commentary about real life than a Michael Moore
film festival or a year's worth of Seinfeld reruns. What do
farmers, factory workers, college students, pump attendants,
dot-com workers, rock journalists and self-centered bohemian types
have in common? Well, at one time or another we've all had to
suffer from people who forget to use turn signals, write checks
for a pack of smokes in grocery express lanes and cuss in front of
little old ladies. Oh, yeah: We've also fallen in love, gotten
hurt, cried and gotten over ourselves. Most of the time, being a
smartass isn't about ego-flexing as much as it about coping.
"After all those years," Folds says,
"that streak is still there. I mean, you get kicked around enough
and it gets watered down. I'm a nice guy. I'm not an asshole or
anything. At least I don't think I am."
Folds came to prominence in 1995 as
the leader of the Chapel Hill, North Carolina-based trio Ben Folds
Five. Over the course of their 7-year existence, Folds, bassist
Robert Sledge and drummer Darren Jessee pulled on heart strings,
pulled off piano strings and pulled out hairs, explaining over and
over again that (a) there were only three band members, (b) none
of them play guitar and (c) there's no "the" in front of their
name. A 1996 self-titled debut album for Caroline Records rocked
many a college frathouse and sports bar with songs about sucky
jobs, lost love, one-night stands with girls who looked like Axl
Rose, and pinheaded alt-rock cliques (the wondrously pointed
"Underground"). A freewheeling live show, spiked with joyous
contempt and dazzling musicianship, put the Five on the map of the
alternative nation.
Epic/550 wooed the Five over to their
fold in 1996, and soon afterwards, the trio recorded Whatever And
Ever Amen, a barnburner of a disc with slice-of-life vignettes
about school geeks turned shot-callers and know-it-all slackers;
paeans to ex-wives and self-doubt; and "Brick," a lush, yet
sobering song about taking a lover to get an abortion. Americans
responded the best way they knew how, sending the single to the
top of the charts and the album to platinum status. Terms like
"post-modern piano man" were bandied about as the trio headlined
around the world and placed with everyone from Beck to Counting
Crows to Neil Young. And finally, thanks to major label tour
support, the band could hire somebody else to lift that fucking
piano on and offstage every night.
In 2000, Folds got some of his Chapel
Hill buddies to contribute to Fear Of Pop, Volume One, a not-quite
instrumental solo album featuring four vocal tracks (two by Folds,
one by actor William Shatner and one lengthy rap by Frally Hynes,
the Australian Ben later married and with who he had twins). This
was merely a respite for the next Five album, The Unauthorized
Biography Of Reinhold Messner, a disc showcasing a greater depth
in songwriting, arrangements and personal reflection that retained
a mere smidgen of the band's unparalleled smarminess.
After wrapping up a lengthy tour, and
en route towards the making of their fourth album, the band came
to some stark realizations: They hadn't written any songs, picked
a producer, determined a studio or a starting date. They never
cared about that stuff before, so why should they now? Instead,
the members of Ben Folds Five decided they'd had a great run and
disbanded in March 2001. "We just didn't have the same drive,"
says Folds of the breakup. "If it had still been exciting and fun,
we would've carried on."
Prior to touring behind the Messner
album, Folds had moved to Adelaide, Australia in 1999 to be with
his new family and away from the assorted evils of the music
business. (Australia has the highest concentration of venomous
snakes and insects than anywhere else in the world. In theory,
Folds wasn't that far away from the music business after all). He
also decided it was a good place to record. rockin' the suburbs
was recorded in an old church with producer Ben Grosse at the
controls and Folds on anything he could get his hands on.
Although known first and foremost as an accomplished pianist,
Folds' musical education actually began as a drummer in high
school. He learned piano primarily as a composition tool, while
learning bass and guitar along the way.
In much the same manner as when he was
recording demos for the Five, Folds chose Ben Grosse, known for
his work on records by Filter and Fuel, to capture a particular
vibe the artist was looking to tap into. "Filter was the selling
point for me," says Folds about wanting to work with Grosse. "I
got the quintessential suburb-rocking producer to work for me. He
knows all the sliders and knobs on the board that denote the
rocking of suburbs." The recording process, on the other hand,
taught Ben some new tricks. Accustomed to simply setting up some
microphones in his house and letting the band just play, Folds was
taken aback when Grosse came in with his extensive knowledge in
Pro Tools and digital recording techniques, wondering what the
hell had he gotten himself into.
"We come from two completely different
directions," he notes. "I've always stuck up mics everywhere,
pressed 'record' and everybody plays. Ben Grosse, however, thinks
that's bullshit. He thinks you are making a movie, and he'll edit
every little syllable if that's what it takes. There were times
when I said to him, 'I can't believe you're doing that' and he'd
go, 'What, are the gods going to frown down upon me?' That's where
a tug-of-war began, and it's why I think the record sounds as good
as it does."
But church-studio clarity isn't the
only reason why the record is completely engaging from beginning
to end. The characters in Folds' songs are touching because, at
one point in time, we've come in contact with them. We've all met
the Eighties femme fatale in "zak and sara," who forecasts the
world of techno in her mind while enduring her dullard boyfriend's
attempts at Van Halen solos. Who hasn't confronted a
passive-aggressive employer like Lucretia in "fired?", or the
spoiled girl enabled by her family in "carrying cathy"? The
demanding, suicide-threatening paramour in "losing lisa" has
touched more people's lives than rained-out scarecrows and steel
mill closings. Even the acid-baked partygoer-turned God's servant
in "not the same" is based on a true story so fascinating, it
makes you wonder why America has a war on drugs in the first
place.
"I've always noticed that every
collection of songs I've done on a record makes me think, 'Wow, I'm
older,'" he explains. "I think it's my way of keeping my chronicle
updated. I think the records document a you-are-there kind of
presence. You know how songwriting is; you put into it enough of
yourself and cook up the rest. For some reason, a bored girl
sitting on a Peavey amp moved me. She's a character that's being
told to shut up and watch this guy carry on with his shitty
ideas."
While Folds may place himself as a
slightly benign observer on most of the tracks, there are moments
that are personal and touching. "still fighting it," a vignette on
watching a child grow up, replaces traditional father-and-son
relationship roles with a stance closer to foxhole buddies going
through the war of life. And "the luckiest" is an unashamed love
song to his wife, since even annoyed wiseguys want to know what
love is without the lead singer from Foreigner having to show
them.
"I think about all the stuff my
two-year-old son is going to have to face," he says about "still
fighting it." "It's still the same stuff we've all gone through,
but it's the same process, whether you're 2 or 40. It was an
overwhelming feeling when I saw him come out at the hospital. I
looked at him and thought, 'Oh man, that looks hard. That's gotta
suck.' And then I realized, 'Wait, the whole trip sucks!' The
implied message of that song is that, yes, the trip is worth it.
"I realized how uncool it is to write
a song as earnest as 'the luckiest,' and I was wondering if I
could pull it off without making myself sick. I think a lot of
songwriters over 30 are trained not to write love songs because
they're fucking hard. It's a landmine of cliches, but they are
heartfelt emotions. I kept working on it until it meant something
to me and didn't press my nausea buttons."
The tour de force on rockin'
the suburbs, however, is the title track, where Folds slides a
psychic-skewer through the kidneys of today's oh-so angry
new-metal millionaires in the same way the Five knocked down indie-rock
elitists with "Underground" a decade before. Add producer Grosse's
hardware into the equation ("Got a producer with computers fixing
all my shitty tracks"), and you also realize that the singer isn't
beyond pointing the knife at himself just prior to jamming out
arena-style at the song's end.
With rockin' the suburbs, Folds has
established himself as a quadruple musical threat in his own
league. In order to rock your tract of land, he's formed a new
band featuring longtime Chapel Hill buddies Snuzz ('snooze") and
Millard ("If they were available at the time, they would have been
the original Ben Folds Five") and ex-Sheryl Crow and Dixie Chicks
drummer Jim Bogios.
As for comparisons to other popular
piano men, if you must, we suggest Randy Newman, the under
appreciated American national treasure whose poignant songwriting
and memorable characters have much in common with Folds' ordinary
heroes and victims.
"Yeah! I remember seeing him on
Saturday Night Live, and he played that song 'Pants' muses Folds.
"He kept singing, 'I'm gonna take off my pants.' At that point in
time I said, 'Yes! That's what I want to do when I grow up.' And
my dad got up from his chair and said, 'I wish he'd take off his
pants and shut the fuck up, already.'"
Ben Folds is destined to rock the
suburbs and your world. Be careful, though: We're not sure if
he'll be wearing a belt.
~Courtesy of Epic Records
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