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#77 Exile in Beach Flats–Lulu Land, Wasted and Surf City 1985

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker on August 1, 2011 by davidclowery

Ted Kaczynski’s Santa Cruz vacation shack.

04 Lulu Land

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In 1982 I lived in the tiniest house imaginable.  It was at most 400 square feet yet it boasted a kitchen, bathroom, living room and two bedrooms.  My bedroom was 6 x 10 feet.  big enough for for a single mattress on a small platform. The small closet could hold about a ½ a dozen shirts,  a couple of jackets and a sweater or two.  I rolled up four or five pairs of jeans and stuffed them onto the shelf at the top of the closet.  The rest of my clothes I kept in a suitcase that I slid out from under my bed when I needed it.  This is where I also kept my guitars.  I had two plastic beer crates.  I stacked these on the floor one on top of each other.  I kept a few books, a couple of writing journals and my supply of cassettes for my cassette recorder.  The cassette recorder was on the top of the stack. In the corner I kept a small fender amp. A Fender super champ  that somebody with excellent cabinetry skills had reworked into a separated “head” and speaker cabinet.  This was my songwriting workstation.

I can’t remember if the living room had any furniture in it.  I know we had my roommate’s stereo in there and one wall was filled with our vinyl collections.  The other side of the living room had a couple of guitar amplifiers, my full size SVT and some miscellaneous drum kit parts.   I can’t imagine there was any room for any furniture.  Plus I can not recall ever once sitting in that room.

The house was part of a collection of a dozen beach cottages crammed into the parking lot of the Santa Cruz beach amusement park.  These were originally meant to be summer rentals.  But this was during Santa Cruz’s deep nadir in popularity. Air travel had rendered Santa Cruz’s oceanfront irrelevant to the Bay Area’s middle class.  Yes there were tourists on the weekend but they were a decidedly working class and rowdy lot.

This area was called Beach Flats.  It was really just a sand bar barely above sea level. It was protected from the San Lorenzo river by a 12 foot levee.  Aside from a few students living here the area was populated by Spanish speaking immigrants. Most worked in the local restaurants.  Everything about the place suggested impermanence and transience.

In the summer it was occupied land.  A foreign army of daytrippers from San Jose, Milpitas, Watsonville and Fremont encamped upon these shores.  Their River’s Edge Baja Bugs, Low Riders and tricked out pickup trucks were like the chariot armies of Carthaginians to our Roman sensibilities.  Thus we avoided their beachhead.

What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow.

But most of the time, especially in the winter, it was a lonely outpost from the rest of the city.  The city bus neglected the area and it always required a lonely and dark walk  along the top of the river levee.  Alternately you could walk across a small pedestrian bridge attached to the railroad trestle that spanned the San Lorenzo just as it emptied into the ocean.

During heavy rains directly below the bridge there was a  violent mixing of river current and storm driven waves.  If you fell into this you would surely drown.  I’d often encounter neighborhood youth smoking pot or drinking beer on this bridge late in the evening.   They stared at me warily.  Their alliances were uncertain.  I never knew if we were friend or foe.  On many occasion I imagined they might throw me off  the bridge just for their own amusement.  For this reason I often carried my all aluminum Ultraflex skateboard.  I rarely rode it, but both tail and nose were worn down into a sharp edge. It was like a 30” Celtic sword with urethane wheels.

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Corry Arnold defines a music scene as a neighborhood or city that is a “net exporter of concerts”.  In other words

 

Let  A = the number of concerts performed by the bands in a scene outside their neighborhood or city X. 

 

Let B = the number of concerts performed by outsiders within that neighborhood or city. 

 

City or neighborhood X is a music scene If and only if  A> B.

By this definition I’d say that Santa Cruz (barely) qualified as a music scene in 1982.

Arnold also notes music scenes rely on low property values in particular transitional neighborhoods.  Neighborhoods that had once had another purpose but now had fallen out of primary use.  Cheap space and a tolerance for noise are important commodities for bands.

You could argue that the old beach rentals along the lower end of Ocean street and the neighborhoods clustered around the old harbor qualified as in transition.  Too seedy and rundown for beach rentals these houses were subsequently occupied by the more adventurous.  Arty students, musicians and other slackers now occupied many of these cottages.

But our cottage was effectively cut off from these neighborhoods by the river levee.  In retrospect I now see it was very Dungeons and Dragonsish of the locals to refer to the homeless population that slept in hideaways along the river as “trolls”.  Indeed walking to my house at night I learned to steer clear of these trolls as many were quite aggressive or totally insane.   You definitely felt penalized after unexpectedly making contact with these folks.

But the isolation was very good for a couple young mathematicians and songwriters. I was able to really dive into the most difficult proofs and songs in that cottage.  Later when I moved to a better part of town I found that I had to go to the science library to get any deep thinking done.

My roommate was also a mathematician and songwriter.   His name was Paul MacKinney.  Recognize that name?  We covered one of his songs on the 3rd Camper Van Beethoven Album.   The song is LuLu Land.   We also  named our CVB fan club  after him. The Paul MacKinney Fan Club.  People were completely mystified as to why the Camper Van Beethoven fan club was named The Paul MacKinney Fan Club.  Paul was also mystified. As always CVB was Inscrutable.

I’m not really sure what Paul had in mind when he wrote Lulu Land but in my mind I always associated it with that walk along the river levee.   An unplanned conversation with one of the sad crazies was surely the root of this song!  But who knows.

Also it should be noted that Paul, Joe Sloan (of Spot 1019) and I had a short lived band about this time called The Jaws of Life.  It was actually during this time that I began performing the Black Flag song “wasted”.  This was later carried over into Camper Van Beethoven’s repertoire.

Paul would often finish his math homework well before me.  He’d come into my room and hover.  Or he’d try to help me with whatever proof or problem I was working on.  Once I was finished he’d celebrate by handing me a PBR (or joint). and dropping the needle on his well worn copy of Black Flag’s Nervous Breakdown EP.  Wasted was one of the songs on the B side.   We became fixated on the simple genius of the 40 second song.  How could we not cover it?

03 Wasted

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Beach Flats makes another small appearance in a Cracker song.  Once I moved to the eastside of Santa Cruz  I rarely went back to this neighborhood.  Except to go bowling.  Go figure.

Boardwalk Bowl (I remember it as Surf Bowl-anyone else?)  was on the western edge of Beach Flats.  Right where the land began to slope up and become Beach Hills.  To be accurate it should be noted that the cheap beer was more of an attraction than the actual bowling.  This and the two old dive bars The Asti Café and the Avenue  were for a long time my usual hangouts in Santa Cruz.

But one day my girlfriend Jennifer  (see fear and loathing in Las Vegas #….)  ruined it for all of us.  She had become fixated on the bowling shoes at the Surf Bowl.  She wanted her own pair but the ones that were available commercially were nothing like surf bowls cool retro beauties.  So one day she just walks out with a pair on.

When I discovered this I was quite mad.  Because we were regulars and she was quite the beauty.  There was no way the middle aged men who worked in the bowling alley would not remember us. No more Surf Bowl.  All for a pair of shoes.

So in Surf City 85 I sing.

Surf City

Then you stole some bowling shoes

What a pathetic criminal you.

What a pathetic criminal

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Lulu Land- (Paul MacKinney)


[Am]
 Pictures of [C] movie stars [D] fade and grow old
[Am] The hot dogs and [C] pretzels are [D] always served cold
[Am] Take nothing [C] with you when you [D] leave but your soul
In [E] Lulu Land

How can you lose when you choose what you feel?
The scab will fall off when the wound starts to heal
Luck’s on your side and it’s your turn to deal
In Lulu Land

In [F#m] Lulu land, the [G] walls are soft and [F#m] dark
In Lulu [G] land, the secret [F#m] heart
is in com-[G]-mand in Lulu [E] Land

How can you lose when you live in the past?
Nothing can happen that happens too fast
Live is a furnace and love is the blast
In Lulu Land

Where innocent promises turn into bad debts
Where things that you do you live to regret
Your life is a movie and the world is a set
In Lulu Land

In Lulu land, the wall are soft and dark
In Lulu land, the secret heart
is in command in Lulu Land

[C#dim]-[Cdim]-[C#dim]-[Cdim]-[B]-[A#m]-[Am]-[G]

[Am]-[C]-[D]
[Am]-[C]-[D]
[Am]-[C]-[D] [E]
[F#m]-[G]
[F#m]-[G]
[F#m]-[G]
[E]

Surf City 85
[INTRO x2 (also: chords for verses):]
[Am] [Dm] [F] [G] [Am]

Schoolgirls walking down the street
In schoolgirl uniforms
There’s a sadness at
The centre of the world

Well days they seem to drift away
I don’t know where they go
There’s a sadness at
The centre of the world

[CHORUS:]
So [G] come pick me up
At the tea cup
We’ll go [Am] down the seaside lanes [F]
We’ll watch the [C] girls
[F] We’ll bowl a few [C] games

Nothing to do
But there’s the red room
Then you stole some bowling shoes
What a pathetic criminal you
What a pathetic criminal

Blair and goldie on the sand
It’s raining in the surf
Well that’s nothing lost
And nothing gained today

They tried to go their separate ways
But all roads circle back
Well that’s nothing lost
And nothing gained today

[CHORUS:]
So come pick me up
At the tea cup
We’ll go down the Asti Café
We’ll watch the girls
Just like every Saturday

Nothing to do
Ride out to Bonnie Doon
We thought she had it made
But you crashed your bike on ice-cream grade
And then you were dead

[KEYBOARD SOLO then GUITAR SOLO (chords as INTRO)]

#75 KQED’s The California Report on Big Dipper

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven on July 17, 2011 by davidclowery

Giant Dipper. The Roller Coaster of Love.

03 Big Dipper  Click here to play big dipper.

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This is an interview I did with KQED for The California Report.  As part of their California Songs series they ask me about Big Dipper.   So todays blog is simply the audio recording of  that interview.

http://www.californiareport.org/archive/R201107151630/d

Look for the full or extended interview file.

Gabriel Coan/KQED
David Lowery

The wooden roller coaster on the Santa Cruz boardwalk is a magnet for families, kids and teenagers on dates. It also inspired musician David Lowery’s song “Big Dipper.” Lowery studied mathematics at UC Santa Cruz, and “Big Dipper” appears on the album titled “The Golden Age” released in 1996 with his band Cracker. Lowery tells us the story behind the music.

Here is the short version as it was broadcast:

KQED California Songs David Lowery/Big Dipper

: Am  .   C   .     F .     G       .     Am  . C   . F       .       G .
e|--------0---1-0--|----1p0-----------0h1|0-----0----|--------------------|
B|----1-3---1-----1|--------0h1-3-1-3----|-----------|----0h1-3-1-0-------|
G|--2--------------|---------------------|--2-----0--|--2-----------2-0---|
D|-----------------|---------------------|-----------|3-------------------|

 

[SECTION 1 (see tab):]
[Am]-[C]-[F]-[G(sus4)]

[Am] Cigarette [C] and carrot juice [F]-[G(sus4)]
And get yourself a [Am] new tattoo [C] for those sleeveless [F] days of [G(sus4)] June

I’m sitting on the Cafe Xeno’s steps with a book I haven’t started yet
watching all the girls walk by

Could I take you [F] out
I’ll be yours without a [Dm] doubt
[C] on that big [G(sus4)] dipper

And if the sound of this it frightens you
we could play it real cool
and act somewhat indifferent

And hey June why did you have to come, why did you have to come around so soon
I wasn’t ready for all this nature

The terrible green green grass, and violent blooms of flowered dresses
and afternoons that make me sleepy

But we could wait awhile
before we push that dull turnstile
into the passage

The thousands they had tread
and others sometimes fled
before their turn came

[REPEAT SECTION 1 x2]

And we could wait our lives
before a chance arrives
before the passage

From the top you can see Monterey
or think about San Jose
though I know it’s not that pleasant

And hey Jim Kerouac brother of the famous Jack
or so he likes to say “lucky bastard”

He’s sitting on the cafe Xeno’s steps with a girl I’m not over yet
watching all the world go by

Boy you are looking bad
Did I make you feel that sad
I’m honestly flattered

But if she asks me out
I’ll be hers without a doubt
on that big dipper

Cigarettes and carrot juice
and get yourself a new tattoo for those sleeveless days of June

I’m sitting on the cafe Xeno’s steps
I haven’t got the courage yet, I haven’t got the courage yet,

I haven’t got the [ending Am] courage yet

 

 

#74 Hits are Black Swans-Take the Skinheads Bowling

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven on July 15, 2011 by davidclowery

The Black Swan Theory or Theory of Black Swan Events is a metaphor that encapsulates the concept that The event is a surprise (to the observer) and has a major impact. After the fact, the event is rationalized by hindsight.- wikipedia.

12 Take The Skinheads Bowling  (click to play)

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I’ve mentioned this before.  Success in the music business is completely unpredictable.  No one can really predict which artists will end up being successful. No one can really predict which song or album will be a hit.  And a lot of times the songs, albums or artists that become the really big smash hits seem to just come out of the blue.  They are often surprises to the record labels and artists themselves. The smaller hits and the minor hits seem almost predictable by comparison.  The really big hits are truly outliers.

In technical terms these  smash hits are Black Swans. Further there appears to be a distinct lack of causality.  By this I mean,  spending money on radio promotion, publicity,  advertising,  production, videos etc etc  seems to be inconsequential in the grand scheme of things. Sure it’s unlikely that a band with no budget or promotional push behind them is gonna be a massive hit.  But having a million dollar promotional budget and the full might of Warner Music Group behind a band doesn’t guarantee success. Money might sometimes be a necessary condition but it is not sufficient.In fact it leads to success in perhaps 1 in 10 cases.*

Sadly talent is overrated. Yes there are very talented artists and songwriters. While talent is a subjective quality there are clearly artists that we all seem to agree have talent. We can be objective and say they have talent.    And to be sure these talented artists always have a much better chance of becoming stars.  They have a much better chance of having hit songs, multi-platinum albums and large crowds at the their shows. But it is not guaranteed. In fact most “talented” artists do not become stars. T They toil in obscurity until they finally give up or become too old to be marketable.  Its just a lucky few that make it.  And it is luck.

And the opposite is also true.  Sometimes fairly untalented artists have big hits.  Sometimes it’s the strange one hit wonders like Right Said Fred.   Other times fairly untalented artists can have long and successful careers.  Take for instance Kid Rock. This is not a jab.  I believe there exists a scientific proof that can establish that Kid Rock is fairly untalented. I’m just stating facts. I have a feeling that Kid Rock might admit that he is fairly untalented and extremely lucky.

Talent is neither a necessary nor a sufficient condition for success.

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Turns out that musical talent is not a subjective property. Using their Large Hadron Collider CERN Laboratories in Switzerland proves that Kid Rock is “Fairly Untalented”.

It’s not that there really is no rhyme or reason to an artist’s success.  It’s not really random.  It’s just that the process of making a hit or a star is  irreducibly complex,unpredictable and impossible to model. It can never be duplicated.  What worked for one artist doesn’t work for the next artist.  All we can say is that empirically the secret alchemist formula for success has little to do with money, clout or talent.  These seem to lead to only marginal improvements in total sales. And this is usually only once an act or a song has already generated some success on it’s own.

Yet everyone in the music business seems to think otherwise.  Artists, managers, agents and record executives will argue otherwise.  They will cite their own personal narratives that show how  their actions and decisions led to some spectacular success.  But there are always a few strange logical fallacies at work.

“Success has many fathers, failure is an orphan”- arab proverb.

 What this means is not that a successful project has many fathers helping to guide it on it’s way to success.  No, this means that many people claim to be associated or responsible for a project’s success no matter how tenuous.  People play up their role in a successful project but downplay their role or completely disavow involvement in failures and disasters.  It’s a genetically encoded survival feature of Homo Corporaticus.  By doing this people artificially increase their win/loss ratio.  Equity traders would say they fraudulently increase their alpha or skill quotient.

This also helps create an illusion of causality.  It helps us tell ourselves and others the lie that our actions decisions and theories usually result in great success. There’s also something called the narrative fallacy whereby an individual will look back on events and select a cause and effect narrative that brings order to what were really chaotic and random events and decisions.

Quincy Jones. He’s a complicated man.

For instance Quincy Jones might naturally and understandably think that his production of Thriller was the most important and consequential narrative in the unprecedented success of this album (100 million worldwide best selling album of all time).  When in actuality totally unrelated seemingly random developments and events were likely greater factors:

1. A burgeoning middle class in the developing world that identified with american Soul and R & B.

2. satellite television that distributed american music videos worldwide

3. the guest guitar solo by Edie Van Halen onBeat it suddenly made it okay for white suburban kids to listen to Michael Jackson  etc etc.

I’m skipping a few things here but in short we lie to ourselves not because we are bad or evil, it’s just seems we can not function comfortably with a universe that is chaotic and unpredictable.  We need to make sense of the world in a way that comforts and soothes us.

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I teach a class at University of Georgia about the music business. As part of the class I like to give the students a sort of proof by contradiction that outcomes in the music business can not be reliably duplicated and are highly unpredictable.   Here’s how it goes:

Suppose that the music business is perfectly rational and predictable.  If that’s the case you could design a Hit Machine that models the music business.  For example if you put inputs X Y and Z into the machine you get a predictable volume of sales or revenue out of the other end of  the Hit Machine.  Every time.  No Variation.

For example suppose for each album

we spend exactly the same amount on advertising.

We use exactly the same radio promoters.

We use exactly the same publicity firm.

We give the band the same amount of tour support.

They play the same number of shows in exactly the same venues.

The recording and video budgets are exactly the same.

We even use the same creatives:   record producer, engineer, video director,  songwriting team and studio musicians.

We spend the same amount on Black Ops: strippers, hookers, drugs and payola.

The list goes on and on.

If there were a hit machine we would get the same result each time.  The exact same sales.  Each album generates the same revenue. 

For each album,  the exact same inputs (left) produce the exact same number of sales (right).

Of course we know this is absurd.  No one would really expect this to happen. We reasonably expect there to be variation in sales for each successive albums. No matter how firmly we control the inputs to the machine. There are just too many other variables.  The songwriter is off his/her game on one song.  Global cultural tastes change.  Current events make a song’s subject less  or more engaging… etc etc.

So let’s redesign our Hit machine.  We introduce some variation.  A little randomness or pseudo randomness.  Now we get something that seems more reasonable.   If we put exactly the same “inputs” into the machine for each album you get varying sales out of the machine.  In this case you get what mathematicians and statisticians call a “normal” or “gaussian” distribution. 

The Exact same inputs (left) produce a normal variation in sales (right).

But as it turns out we know a lot about the variation in album sales.  Album sales do not vary in this “normal” or “gaussian” way.   They vary “wildly”.***

And here wild is actually a real mathematical term. So if there is a hit machine it would have to generate wild variation in sales with the same inputs.****

Like this: 

I’m skipping a few logical steps here but basically the conclusion is that the “inputs” to the hit machine – those things that the artists, managers, record labels, agents and songwriters have control over – have only a marginal effect on the end result.  So marginal they are pretty much irrelevant.  And if the cumulative actions of managers, labels, agents, artists, songwriters, producers and video directors have only a marginal influence on the outcome then it’s fair to say  success in the music business is due to luck. or success in the music business is random or unpredictable. Q.E.D.  sort of…

To use Michael Jackson as an example again off the wall had pretty much the same inputs as Thriller.  Yet the results were wildly dfferent.  2 million vs 100 million.  Or in gross revenue terms 16 million versus 800 million.  You could plausibly argue with a straight face that $16 million dollars of Thriller was due to skill and $784 million dollars was the result of luck.  I know this is an oversimplification but it still illustrates my point that  most of the profit in the music business is not due to skill, talent or expertise.

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This fractal design is “self similar”  Each smaller piece is exactly the same shape as the whole.

While similar to fractals this is something mathematicians call a “Dork”. 

Another important fact. This “wild” variation in sales of albums or songs is also Self-Similar. By this I mean that no matter how you slice and dice the sales data,  no matter which subset of albums or songs you might create you still get a wild distribution.

For example if you look at the subset of just Camper Van Beethoven songs.  And you look at the revenue generated by each song,  you get what appears to be a wild distribution.  It doesn’t matter whether you look at one quarter’s income or the lifetime cumulative income the distribution appears to be wild.

But I doubt that it is just Camper Van Beethoven.  I don’t know for sure but I suspect that in the sub-genre of black metal,  that if you looked at income for every album in the genre you would get a wild distribution.  I suspect the same for the Narco-corridos sub genre.

This is Self-Similarity. Without going into it in detail- I don’t want to make your brain explode- everywhere that you have wild distributions you usually find Black Swans Events.  And in the music business these Black Swan Events  are the Hits. Camper Van Beethoven’s Black Swan Event was Take the Skinheads Bowling.

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CVB writing a smash hit in 1984. The guy in the hat was not visible to the naked eye.  He was only visible using certain film and special cameras (Usually KODAK EKTACHROME 160T). He is a minor demon of the Santa Catalina class. We would often accidentally conjure him during moments of intense creativity.  He told us his name was “doobie”.  

Honestly in 1984 I  never thought that much about the song Take The Skinheads Bowling. It was part of our repertoire but it wasn’t like people talked about this song much after the show. If they did talk about it they didn’t talk about it anymore than the other songs.

I don’t think it was until after we recorded our demos or the first Camper Van Beethoven album (and before it was released)  that people began to notice this song.  Usually  because we had given them a demo tape.  Our friends were also dubbing and passing around our cassette.  It started to become one of our popular songs.  At least within our circle of friends.

But it was not the only song that people liked.   Lassie, Where the Hell is Bill and Club Med Sucks  were also popular with our friends. In fact Where The Hell is Bill and Lassie were much more popular with our friends.

So it should not surprise you that I never thought  that Take the Skinheads Bowling would become a Hit.  If someone had traveled from the future and told me we would have a hit on our first album I would not have picked this song as being the hit.  Not in a million years.  I would have more likely picked Where the Hell is Bill.

Why?  we regarded Take The Skinheads Bowling as just a weird non-sensical song.  The lyrics were purposely structured so that it would be devoid of meaning.  Each subsequent line would undermine any sort of meaning established by the last line.  It was the early 80′s and all our peers were writing songs that were full of meaning.  It was our way of rebelling.  BTW this is the most important fact about this song.  We wanted the words to lack any coherent meaning.  There is no story or deeper insight that I can give you about this song.

Lassie and Where the Hell is Bill  were silly but there was at least a point to the songs.  Plus both songs were pretty jokey.  Something that seemed popular at the time.

When we first put out the Telephone-Free-Landslide-Victory  we mailed out a fairly limited amount of albums to radio and press.   We got a few good reviews and a handful of college radio stations began to play a couple of the tracks.  Where the Hell is Bill was one.  Club Med Sucks was another  and then of course Take the Skinheads Bowling.    We were pretty excited.  There were probably 20 college radio stations in the country summer of 1985 that were playing our record.

In September we decided that we should mail out another round of promo copies of our album. We expanded our list of college radio stations we added a few commercial stations like KROQ in LA  and WLBS in detroit.  Someone also suggested we send copies to two or three BBC DJs in london.

Sometime later that fall something unexpected occurred.  We began getting reports that BBC 2 was playing Take The Skinheads Bowling.  Simultaneously it began getting regular airplay in Detroit on WLBS .

Up until this point College Radio had been mildly supportive of Camper Van Beethoven.  But somehow word began to get out that we were being played on the BBC and suddenly our cool factor went way up with college radio.  I had been calling various West Coast college radio stations for some time.  I was always trying to find gigs for Camper through the college stations.  I was also aware that this also helped to promote airplay.

I was always treated decently by these college station program directors  but I could tell that some were just humoring me.  So it was very apparent when the sea change came. Suddenly everyone would take my call.  And everyone wanted to talk about the fact we were getting played in the UK.  Shortly after this we began to see our record charting on nearly every college radio station in the US (as well as a number of commercial stations.)

I have no proof that the BBC playing Take The Skinheads Bowling led to more US airplay.  It is just a strong hunch.  And I think I am probably right.  But what I know to be true is that Camper Van Beethoven acquired Gravitas when the BBC began to play us.

For a band like Camper Van Beethoven gravitas was an important property.  Without it we would have been regarded as  novelty or joke band.  We would have been regarded in the way our friends (and fellow travelers) The Dead Milkman were regarded: A cute band, an interesting and clever novelty.  (BTW I do not agree with this characterization of the Dead Milkman).

The Dead Milkmen.  

The Dead Milkman were a punk band from Philadelphia.  They put out their first album almost the same week Camper Van Beethoven released their first album. They were funny and irreverent like Camper Van Beethoven.  Like CVB they mixed serious songs with silly punk rock anthems like “bitchin’ camaro”.

Camper Van Beethoven was definitely a weirder ensemble but the bands were very very similar in many other ways.  Our fanbase overlapped a good deal.  They were also on a very small independent label.  The same college radio stations played us.  And they also were completely self directed.

For the early part of our career the two bands were traveling in parallel.  With the Dead Milkman being perhaps a little more popular than Camper Van Beethoven. But after the BBC airplay Camper Van Beethoven began to be to be regarded as more serious.  Serious mainstream journalists began writing favorable stories about us.  Spin magazine  and The Village Voice featured us.  We also began to garner interest from major record labels.  IRS records which was on a hot streak came a-callin’.  We turned them down but we were able to parlay our newfound gravitas into a distribution deal with Rough Trade Records.  More importantly  Rough Trade functioned as our label in the rest of the world bringing greater sales, publicity and radio play across Europe and Australia.   Camper Van Beethoven quickly surpassed The Dead Milkman critically and commercially.  It wasn’t until long after Camper Van Beethoven had disbanded that The Dead Milkman  had their big commercial success with the MTV hit Punk Rock Girl  and sadly they never acquired the gravitas that they deserved.

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So I don’t really know what made Take the Skinheads Bowling a hit.  I’m sure it was a lot of different things.   But I’m gonna drill down, and focus on one tiny element.  I know it’s not likely correct to attribute the success of this song to this one small event.  It’s simply an exercise to show how a tiny accidental decision can make a huge difference in the success of a song, album or artist.

Assume that the BBC playing Take the Skinheads Bowling was the primary engine of success for this song.  Then one little handwritten note on the beautifully designed Independent Project stationary made all the difference in the world for this song.

See someone told me that many of the BBC DJ’s did not accept unsolicited submissions unless  they were accompanied by a personalized handwritten note.  But this was not common knowledge .  Somehow this little factoid filtered down to us and when our album(s) were mailed they included a personal note to the DJ from one of us or Bruce Licher .  I don’t recall who wrote the notes just that they were included.   I like to think the handwritten note on Bruce’s  beautiful Independent Project stationary caught someone’s eye.  This made our album stand out from the stacks of albums that the BBC would receive each week.  And this small detail,  this tiny flap of a butterfly wing  made Take the Skinheads Bowling a  hit.

Ahmet Ertegun.

*  ”throw ten records against the wall and see which one sticks”  This is often attributed to Atlantic records founder Ahmet Etegun.  I’ve googled it and find no evidence he ever said it.   Still the modern 1950-2000 music business was based on a success ratio of something like 1 in 10.  1 success for 9 failures.

*** It is know that there is “wild” variation in book sales and other cultural products. Since YouTube views of music videos seem to vary wildly and using YouTube views as a good proxy for album/single sales I’m not going out on a limb by stating album/single sales also vary wildly.

**** Actually this last statement does not really follow.  I know many of my readers are smart and will quickly point this out. For the sake of readability I am completely fudging here. I believe my conclusion is true but it’s a much longer argument and involves some induction.

“If a hit machine existed it would have to output wild variation in sales because in actuality the variation in sales of albums are wild”  No that doesn’t follow. Previously we were assuming that the inputs were exactly the same.  The only way this follows is if all albums in the known universe have the same inputs. Clearly they don’t.

Instead the logic is much more complex. It first involves the fact that there are known pairs or even triplets of albums that have substantially the same inputs.  The variation of sales in these pairs or triplets of albums is so great (thriller vs off the wall) that this inductively suggests the hit machine will produce a wild variation in sales.

Or another way of looking at it.  If there were a hit machine the market would eventually nudge the labels into using only the best inputs, those that produce the greatest sales.  These would all be virtually the same inputs. But the market doesn’t do this because  it “knows” the inputs don’t matter all that much.

(And the market may know this because at times in Nashville and Hollywood the record labels have come very close to using exactly the same inputs over and over again and they still got “wild” variation.  For instance in the late 1990′s at any time the top 10 modern rock tracks were usually mixed by just 3 or 4 mix engineers!)

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[INTRO:]
[C]-[Fmaj7]-[C]-[Fmaj7]-[C]-[Fmaj7]-[C]-[Fmaj7]

[C] Every day, [Fmaj7] I get up and pray to [C] Jah [Fmaj7]
[C] And he increases the number of [Fmaj7] clocks by exactly one [C] [Fmaj7]
[C] Everybody’s comin’ [Fmaj7] home for lunch these [C] days [Fmaj7]
[C] Last night there were [Fmaj7] skinheads on my [C] lawn [Fmaj7]

CHORUS:
[G] Take the skinheads [F] bowling
Take them [C] bowling [F]-[C] [F]-[C] [F]-[C]
[G] Take the skinheads [F] bowling
Take them [C] bowling [F]-[C] [F]-[C] [F]-[C]

Some people say that bowling alleys got big lanes (got big lanes, got big lanes)
Some people say that bowling alleys all look the same (look the same, look the same)
There’s not a line that goes here that rhymes with anything (anything, anything)
I has a dream last night, but I forget what it was (what it was, what it was)

REPEAT CHORUS

I had a dream last night about you, my friend
I had a dream, I wanted to sleep next to plastic
I had a dream, I wanted to lick your knees
I had a dream, it was about nothing

REPEAT CHORUS x2

# 68 The Long Plastic Hallway-Playing on a Flying Saucer with The Talking Heads.

Posted in Box O Laffs, Camper Van Beethoven with tags , , on January 10, 2011 by davidclowery

Box O’ Laffs™ Vocalist Eric Curkendall.

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12 The Long Plastic Hallway

“The music business is cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway, where thieves and pimps run free, where good men die like dogs.  And then there is a negative side.”-attributed to Hunter S. Thompson

There is actually a debate as to whether Hunter S. Thompson said this or not.  I suppose because there are variants that are similar attributed to other people.  Really? It sounds so much like the guy it has to be Hunter S. Thompson.

Part of this post is a story you may have heard.  I like to tell part of this story at shows. usually as an introduction to the song The Long Plastic Hallway.  But it definitely needs to be written down for posterity. So here goes.  It also allows me to get into the history of Box O’ Laffs one of the bands that preceded Camper Van Beethoven. Like the Estonian Gauchos and Sitting Duck there are a number of Box O’ Laffs songs that ended up being Camper Van Beethoven songs as well.  Most notably Ice Cream Everyday and Flowers. So Box O’ Laffs’ story is integral to the history of CVB.

14 Ice Cream Everyday

11 Flowers

Box O’ Laffs consisted of Eric Curkendall on vocals, Chris Hart on Guitar, sometimes Chris Molla on guitar, keyboards and drums, and then a host of different drummers, Anthony Guess, Chris Pedersen and Richie West.  All of which played with Camper Van Beethoven at some point.  I’m also quite sure i’m forgetting a drummer or two. But you’ll forgive me if I just move along with the story?

And yes that is how we spelled it: Box O’ Laffs.  Sometimes we wrote it this way Box O’ Laffs™ as the name was supposed to evoke a toy or board game.  Often the venues would list our name wrong in ads or on flyers.  They’d spell it “Box of Laughs”.  This drove us crazy.

So Box O’ Laffs™ was formed in 1981 when I met Chris Hart and Eric Curkendall at College 5 at UCSC.  I was still living on campus and so was Eric.  We constantly struggled to find places to practice.  We rarely managed, so much of our rehearsing was done live at shows.  There was a neat little formula.  Chris and I would make up a couple of very simple repetitive grooves.  Then we’d alternate between the two while Eric improvised lyrics over the top.  Each “song” had a title and generally Eric sang about pretty much the same thing  but each performance was always different. Sometimes radically different.

It was very easy to add a new song to the repertoire.  As long as me and chris alternated correctly between the two or three grooves that made up a song,  usually the drummer could follow along.  And Eric? well he was good at just making shit up on the spot.  After a while these improvisations became more and more settled. Eventually they would come to resemble normal songs.

Mostly the college kids we were playing for didn’t notice this process.  The grooves we played were kind of bouncy and were easy to dance to.  As long as we didn’t stop they danced.  No one seemed to notice that Eric would be singing lines from Aleister Crowley’s Book of Thoth, Dr Seuss stories or even laconically announcing a LA Lakers vs Boston Celtics game like a stoned Chick Hearn.  This is how we worked out the songs.  Sounds crazy i know but the over all effect was  we came off like a slightly funky californian version of The Fall.

But a little bouncier.  So a lot of people compared us to The Talking Heads.

So what does this have to do with the Hunter S. Thompson quote?

In the summer of 1983 Chris Hart our guitarist was living in LA.  He was working for Eric Curkendall’s father in Pasadena.  At the very end of the summer he started to call me repeatedly insisting that he had managed to get us a gig supporting The Talking Heads in Los Angeles.

Chris was never the most reliable person.  Although he was the most normal or straight laced looking member of the band there was something not quite right about him.  Aside from being a poor judge of character he would constantly end up in some fucked up situation. He of course would profess that he was a completely innocent bystander and had no idea how these bad things kept happening to him.  The truth was we had all watched him put himself in dangerous situations over and over again. It was strange to us.  Cause otherwise he was (and probably is still) an intelligent and thoughtful person

Still we had our guard down when Chris phoned us and said he’d got us a gig with the Talking Heads.  We were skeptical but we wanted to believe.  We called people we knew in LA for some sort of independent confirmation.  Anthony even called KROQ to see if any of the DJs had heard anything about us opening for the Talking Heads. We know from our friends in LA that we weren’t in any advertising.  It was 1983 and it wasn’t like  we could look on the Goldenvoice website to confirm we were playing. It seemed improbable to us… still we wanted to believe.  So after a little badgering from Chris we decided to make the 400 mile drive Santa Cruz to LA to play the gig.

Anthony Guess was at that time the drummer for Box O Laffs.  Anthony and I got Joe Sloan to drive his pickup truck to LA.  Anthony me and the gear road in the open back of the truck 400 miles to the leafy Los Angeles suburb of Pasadena.  It was nearly midnight when we made it to Eric Curkendall’s parents house. Early september.  We waited out in the yard smoking cigarettes and enjoying the mild night. we waited for quite a while for Chris Hart and The Talking Heads’ “percussionist”.  They didn’t show.

Joe Sloan started to get really impatient and agitated.  Finally someone figured out where this “percussion” player lived.  We drove over to the apartment which was in a much sketchier area of Pasadena or perhaps even Alta Dena.  There we found Chris Hart with a person who in retrospect was very clearly a crack head.  Chris seemed pretty disoriented and stoned himself.  Did I say apartment?  It was really more of a crack house.  An upscale crack house, but nonetheless a crack house.

Immediately our spirits fell.  Still there is nothing like wanting to believe that something really implausible is true.  We began to pepper the “percussionist” with questions.

“What time do we load-in?”

“How much do we get paid?”

“How long do we get to play?”

“Why aren’t we in any of the advertisements?”

The “percussionist” began to get more and more agitated.  Finally he’d had enough of us and our ridiculous questions.

“Man I’m not talking about that gig.  That gig is the fake gig.  I’m talking about the real gig.  And the real gig is after that gig.  The real gig is on a flying saucer above Los Angeles”.

Joe Sloan is a big man.  And at first I thought he was gonna attack the “percussionist”. Instead he turned his attention to Chris Hart.  I really thought he was gonna beat the crap out of Chris.  He didn’t.  But he didn’t do anything to rid Chris Hart of the notion either.  That is the rest of the night Chris kept a wary eye on Joe,  certain that the ass-whipping was about to come at any time.

Now to quote the lyrics from the third verse:

playing on a flying saucer

box o laffs was supporting talking heads

everyone was high and having a real good time

they was having a real good time.

What a wonderful and interesting story Mr. Lowery.  I don’t feel creeped out at all.


The story doesn’t end there.  In the summer of 2000 I went to the wedding of Virgin CFO Ken Pedersen.  There were several other celebrity guests at the wedding and I was delighted to find out that I was sitting at the table with David Byrne.  Wow.  This is so cool.  David Byrne, ever gracious, stood and introduced himself to me as I approached the table.  We exchanged greetings and then I said:

“We actually played a gig together a long time ago”

“Really?!”

“Yes, it was on a flying saucer above Los Angeles”.

At this point David Byrne backs away almost imperceptibly.

“It’s a long story,  you don’t remember because they erased your memory of the event”

Now he perceptibly takes a step back from me.  Of course I then realize that i may have genuinely freaked him out.

“I’m joking… well sort of…”

It all ended up okay and I did manage to explain the whole story to David Byrne and he seemed to think the whole thing was amusing.  But at the same time I could tell he was thinking what I sometimes think:

“some of our fans are out of their minds.”

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The Long Plastic Hallway


CHORUS:
La la la la la la
La la la la
La la la la
La la la la

REPEAT CHORUS

Cigarettes and carrot juice
Marijuana and lots of booze
I threw the flower of youth into that stew

The serpent’s tongues were red and pointy
But they were wearing very cool shoes
Who wouldn’t wanna sell their soul?

REPEAT CHORUS x4

We waited in line for hours
VIP passes bouquets of flowers
To see the brand new siren sing her song

The virgins then were thrown into volcanoes
A beating heart, it was held aloft
And no expense was spared

REPEAT CHORUS x4

Quezacotl and Busby Berkeley
Hanging out in Pasadena
Rodney on the ROQ, and David Byrne

Playing on a flying saucer
Box o’Laffs were supporting Talking Heads
Everyone was high, everyone was having a good time (a good time, they were having a good time)

REPEAT CHORUS x4

#67-Turquoise Jewelry- Grace Slick Where Art Thou?

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven with tags on January 7, 2011 by davidclowery

“Camper Van Beethoven you’re my #1 favorite band!”

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07 Turquoise Jewelry

come down from that condominium treehouse

stop driving around in that station wagon with the wood on the side

take off that jumpsuit you look like grace slick

staying up all night drinking that 7-11 coffee

Funny story about this song.  It was all pretty much based on the alleged sighting of Grace Slick (Jefferson Airplane) at a 7/11 in the north bay of SF.  Sausalito?  Mill Valley?  I’m not really clear.  I’m not even sure who told me about it.  Paul MacKinney (my old college roomate) Jackson Haring (our former manager)  one of the guys in Spot 1019?  Anyway the alleged sighting was approximately this:  Someone had seen Grace Slick buying coffee at a 7/11 or other convenience store.  She was wearing some sort of fashion forward pantsuit or designer coveralls, and a fair amount of jewelry.  I’m pretty sure that the turquoise jewelry part was my embellishment of the story. More on that in a minute. The part of the story that makes me question the veracity of the story is that she left in a Buick roadmaster station wagon. No self respecting Northern Californian hippy would drive a Buick station wagon.   Any former hippy who needed a station wagon would naturally choose a Volvo station wagon.  I’m pretty sure it’s in the handbook.

Either that or it wasn’t Grace Slick.

Or the entire story was made up by one of my friends.

But what this song clearly illustrates is Camper Van Beethoven’s delight in picking apart the bones of the dead or dying Norther California hippy scene while simultaneously praising and emulating hippy culture in general.  For at the same time the songs distinctly owes it’s narrative voice to Don Van Vliet.  That’s Captain Beefheart to you civilians.

Check the distorted harmonica,  disjointed and seemingly random horn parts, the hoo hoo hoo vocalizations  and most tellingly the barked non-sequiturs.

I know Captain Beefheart was from Southern California. So was Zappa.  See even the guys from Northern California in the band seemed to prefer these hippies, these musical anarchists to their Northern Californian cousins.

We were mocking the flower power, peace and love part of hippiedom while simultaneously trying to emulate and update the bomb-throwing part of the movement.  Using Captain Beefheart’s voice to comment on Grace Slick was just one way of doing it.  We didn’t really dislike Grace Slick or Jefferson Airplane. They just happened to be innocent bystanders.  Collateral damage if you will…

(and too be fair Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane were a lot more edgy and punk than we gave them credit  for).

Sneak preview of this spring’s Urban Outfitters line of men’s clothing.

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But as previously noted Camper Van Beethoven was also defining itself against the punk and post-punk scenes.  To a lesser extent the new “college rock” movement.  Back in 1986-87 we actually wore a lot of turquoise jewelry.  It was one of our ways of rebelling against the punk and college rock movement.  It worked too. If you wore a fake indian pancho, giant turquoise belt buckle,  laminated scorpion bolo tie and turquoise beaded mocassins into Hollywood’s Club Lingerie in 1987  people loked at you like you were crazy.

We didn’t wear the good stuff.  Just the knock-off fake stuff you’d buy at a truckstop or “indian” trading post along I-40 somewhere in the southwest.  We also spent a lot of time in thrift stores in this part of the world.  Tucson and Albuquerque still have some of the best thrift stores around.  I mean they were (and probably still are) hip deep in fake indian panchos and bolo ties with laminated scorpions and of course turquoise jewelry.  When we’d return to Santa Cruz from one of our periodic tours, it was usually via the 40.  Inevitably we’d come home looking like a deleted scene from movie Billy Jack.

Right on.

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Turquoise Jewelry.

Come down from your tree house condominium
And start driving around that station wagon with the wood on the side

Take off that jumpsuit, you look like Grace Slick
Stayin’ up all night an’ drinkin’ that 7-11 coffee

And take off your turquoise jewellery

Shake your medicine rattle

And fill a sock with an herb
Put on your fringe skirt

Come sit down next to your man, he’s hankering for some company
Come sit down next to your man and let him cough in your ear

‘Cuz you bring me sticks and stones
You bring me everything

Take off your turquoise jewelry
Shake your medicine rattle

‘Cuz you bring me sticks and stones
You bring me everything

300 Songs on Vacation until New Year.

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, David Lowery Solo on December 2, 2010 by davidclowery

Bob Lefsetz is a smart and entertaining music business theorist and writer.  Yesterday he was comparing the level of innovation and risk taking in the tech world versus the music business. As an object lesson Google and Groupon.  Here is his piece.

http://lefsetz.com/wordpress/index.php/archives/2010/11/30/googlegroupon/

Odd thing.  It turns out that Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven play a small role in this story.  Here is my letter to Bob that has been making the rounds of the Blogosphere.

Read your article Bob.  Nice piece. Largely you are right about the risk averse backwards thinking folks who run the music business now. But strangely music types played a small but important role in the history of groupon.  In particular myself and my two bands.

In 2008 I was appointed to the board of advisors of a small web startup called www.thepoint.com. The site the brainchild of Andrew Mason was a ” tipping point” mechanism, a social networking site that allowed people “commit” to take group action. In particular the hope was they would take group action for social change.  The investors quietly noted there was not a clear way to monetize Andrew’s experiment. However they hoped that by watching the way users used the tipping point mechanism,  a viable way to monetize this website would present itself.

I was asked to start a campaign on www.thepoint.com.”To get a feel for it”.  Not being very socially conscious I decided that I wanted to use The Point for my own narrow self interests.

Cracker and Camper Van Beethoven have a festival,  The Campout.  It’s rather remote and since we produce the small festival ourselves we take considerable financial risk.  While the previous years had been marginally successful we were worried about the rapidly deteriorating economy (I believe Bear Stearns had just gone bankrupt).  So I started a campaign to get a “break even” amount of CVB and Cracker fans to commit to attend the festival. In this way our fan’s promises to attend would become a sort of promissory note. no pun intended. While you couldn’t exactly peg it’s value,  these collective promises to attend at some point seemed to be worth enough to go ahead and book the flights, PA, lights, and port-o-potties.

Other successful “campaigns” on The Point also involved similar commitments for  group purchasing.  It wasn’t long before The Point became Groupon.

Okay so that’s a story about Groupon, that has smart music people and smart techies helping each other and they all live happily ever after.

Now here is another story about Groupon that illustrates YOUR point that the modern music business is run by risk averse technophobe idiots.

The financial backers of Groupon as well as CEO Andrew Mason are  music fans. (Andrew apparently played in bands and had dreams of becoming a rockstar.) Groupon’s founders wanted to demonstrate the power of the now wildly successful Groupon by putting on a series of concerts.  There was a significant element of altruism in their efforts,  but it had not gone unnoticed that most concerts have a lot of empty seats.   And Groupon works best when the “incremental” cost of adding clients/patrons is very low.  Adding concertgoers to a half full arena is a perfect example of low incremental costs. So concerts were seen as a natural fit for Groupon.  I was enlisted to try to get a Groupon only concert going. Twice!  Both times artists agents managers promoters all failed to understand the concept.  Even my wife, Velena Vego who is a brilliant concert promoter didn’t really get it.

(editiors note this: is not quite true. concert promoter and groupon user Lucy Freas seemed to understand the concept)

(Due Diligence requires me  to point out that there may be a strange mathematical logic to having consistently half full arenas. The theory is that in the long term the artists will bear the brunt of the inefficiencies of half full arenas while LiveNation reaps outsized rewards on the sold out shows. It’s a complex argument and it involves what options and derivative traders call Volatility Trading Theory, but it at least partially explains why LiveNation has been supposed to go out of business for the last 8 years yet has not. But alas I divagate).

In general,  this is the story of the last 25 years of the music business.  Everybody now thinks they are geniuses if they have one artist that is a hit. They think you can take something and make it a hit. They do not understand the roll of luck in this business.  Instead they expect certainty and take no risks.

They no longer understand the need to make MANY risky bets.  They have forgotten that most bands and artists  will be commercial failures.   They no longer have the stomach for failure  therefore the  modern record company spends 63.4% percent of it’s time trying to figure out who to blame for the failure, instead of moving on, getting back to work and searching out the interesting artists and new ideas.

After Virgin America signed CVB president Jeff Ayeroff told me ” Just keep doing what you do.  one day you guys will write a hit, maybe even by accident”.  exactly.

It’s now the Venture Capitalists and Tech Entrepreneurs who understand how to take risks,  how to use their gut instincts, how to stomach the failures in search of the big hits.
Ahmet Ertegun was a  Venture capitalist. A brilliant risk taker, and he knew how to stomach failure.  He also signed artists purely on gut instinct.  In many ways these new VC’s and Tech entrepreneurs resemble him.
thanks for letting me spew my observations at you. and keep writing.

#64 The World Is Mine- Cracker. Gillette been very very good to Cracker. Suerte Loca.

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker with tags , , on October 11, 2010 by davidclowery

09 The World is Mine

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So besides the our obvious big hits there have been three other significant money making events in Cracker career. The last two were especially important cause they carried us through some dry periods.

08 Shake Some Action

1.  The inclusion of “Shake Some Action” in the film Clueless.  And it’s subsequent appearance on the soundtrack album.   We were at the peak of our career (sales wise) when this song was licensed.  Bryan McPherson our attorney at the time  demanded and received top dollar for the rights.  Well actually half the rights.  The song was written by The Flaming Groovies.  So the Publishing half went to them.  The other half was credited to our virgin account which at the time was recouped.    And not only was the price dictated by Cracker’s stature at the time.  We were also in the secondary phase of the great Alternative/Grunge asset bubble.  There are three phases to every asset bubble, the three “I”s :    The Innovators, The Imitators and finally the Idiots.  I make no judgement upon the band Creed.  But i did meet Scott Stap around 1996 and he was an arrogant idiot.  This was before they were really famous.  So by my own set of  empirical data Creed marks the beginning of the Idiot phase of the Alternative/Grunge bubble.   When we sold “Shake Some Action” it was about a year or two before the Grunge asset bubble peaked,  but the price of all alternative rock songs were artificial inflated.  The record companies were flush with primarily their Hootie/Counting Crows  and  second their Nirvana/ Songe Temple Pilots cash.  There was too much money chasing too few bands/songs.  The result to things like this is always an asset bubble.   Similar bubbles have appeared throughout the history of the record industry. But that’s another post.

Auntie Led Zeppelin

2.  A careless miscalculation  by another major record label (not ours)  involving the trademark Cracker™ cost this record label dearly.  The holy grail for trademark infringement litigators is a clear and demonstrable  case of  ”confusion in the marketplace”.   We had that.

Quite a few people warned me that we were making a catastrophic career mistake by suing this large major label and artist. That they their associated managers and agents would never do business with us again.  That they would blackball us from the industry.  That all doors would be closed to us forever.   These were serious respectable people giving us this advice. And apparently they felt they were receiving this information from credible sources.

The problem with this is that all the doors to the music business have always been closed for me and my bands.  Except for a brief period in the early to mid 1990s. And they were certainly closed for us in 2004.  I have spent much of my career prying the doors open or sneaking in through the mailroom.  Plus your typical music business executive agent,  manager  will gladly sell his/her soul if there is a buck to be made.  So if we have something that others think will sell they will always do business with us. Logically it was always an empty threat.  But it’s amazing how often I hear managers advise artists to not rock the boat.

It is always better to be respected in the music business than it is to be liked.  Get the distinction? Anybody that tells you otherwise is setting you up to be ripped off.

A legal settlement does not allow me to discuss this any further.

3.  The Gillette company decided to use the Song The World Is Mine in a commercial.   The commercial is positively dismal and unimaginative but the great thing is that we re-recorded the song for the commercial.  So we didn’t have to pay anything to  Virgin records.  Second the commercial has Tiger Woods, Roger Federer and Thierry Henry so it was shown practically non-stop worldwide.  Also worldwide is very key.  Unlike the US and Canada in much of the industrialized world significant airplay royalties apply to commercials. Finally because we re-sang the lyrics to match a new structure for the commercial we were considered voice talent so all kinds of AFTRA/SAG (actor) fees began to apply. So yes Gillette has been berry berry good to Cracker.

But this also illustrates one of the finer points about my career as an artist and every artist’s career.  All of an artists success is wildly unpredictable.  When you make an album you never really know what songs will be hits.  It’s only clear in retrospect.  It always seems logical but this is because we are the victims of something called The Narrative Fallacy. In retrospect we re-arrange our actions, emphasizing some discounting others to make it seem that we logically and methodically acted as if we were certain the hit song was a hit song all along.   But even stranger is that a song does not have to be a “hit” to generate significant revenues.  The world is mine was not a hit.  The obscure CVB demo “guardian angels” was not a hit, but somehow some advertising executive plucked it from obscurity and put it in a Citibank Commercial.  Finally the most bizarre and unpredictable bit of success involves the CVB track Opening Theme.

01 Opening Theme CVB Version.

Opening theme Giorgos Margaritis

Giorgos Margaritis is one of the best known Greek singers.  I don’t know much about his career except that he was considered a bit of an old fogey when he made a sort of edgy comeback album:  Ola tha ta diagrapso (I Reject Everything).  The record was quite successful in that part of the world (Greece and the Levant). The “cover” of Opening theme was apparently the idea of producer Thodoris Manikas.  He purportedly found the track in a pile of discarded CDs.  This bit of CVB success was freakishly unpredictable.

Finally this is my last public 300 songs post for the near  future. I will most likely resume in January 2011.  It has been a great experience but I must continue doing things like writing and recording music,  things that actually pay the bills.  I appreciate everyone who has contributed donations.  I am using those funds to hire an editor to make this into a book. I  promised to turn this into a book and I will.  I will resume writing this when I get those details worked out.  probably sometime later this fall or winter.  thanks so much.

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THE WORLD IS MINE

[D]-[B]-[A]-[G]
[E]-[G]
[D]-[E]-[G]-[D]

Well we went to the station
They were looking for Vegas
But I was stuck in my beat phase
Like it was 1959

They say the girls wanna hip-shake
They say the boys wanna ball-break
But we couldn’t be bothered
Cuz we’re hipper than y’all

And everyday I resolve to say
The world is mine

So will you bring me salvation
Or a standing ovation
Cuz I really deserve it
And so much more

The big kid in the magazines
You and me, we went to make the scene
?Better get your? name, man
And tomorrow you’ll be gone

So everyday I resolve to say
The world is mine

#63 Everybody Get’s One Free- F*ck Montreal. CVB Get’s Ripped Off.

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker with tags on October 10, 2010 by davidclowery

Little Known Fact.  The “H C” on the Montreal Jersey is an abbreviation for the city’s motto: Heist Central.  Over the last decade many many bands have had their gear stolen in Montreal, not just CVB.

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13 Everybody Gets One For Free

In the wee hours of the morning oct 20th 2004 someone broke into the Cracker/CVB trailer and stole a bunch of our Camper Van Beethoven instruments.  We were in Montreal Quebec.  Few people down in the states realize this but Montreal is a little like Manhattan.  It’s a relatively safe cosmopolitan big city, but you are really asking for it if you leave  your band gear unguarded in the van or trailer.

We hadn’t.  We had parked our trailer in the parking lot of the Hotel in the supposed “secure” lot. It really did seem secure as it was just around the side of the building from the reception.  Maybe 40-50 meters from the front door.  Also we had backed the trailer up as close as we could get to the  fence, so it was not really possible to open the back doors very far.  Nevertheless some sophisticated thieves managed to get break in.  Check it out.  These guys were pros:

They drilled a hole or series of holes through the back door next to lock hasps.  Then they used something like a “saws all” to cut  a rectangle all the way through the doors  around the lock hasps.  Say 6″ by 6″.  this was through 2 layers of sheet metal and 3/8″ plywood.  They were there for some time.  Then they managed to get the doors open about a foot wide.  They squeezed in and took all the guitars, amplifier heads and any item they could get through the opening.  Basically all our instruments.  The most expensive stuff.  The loss was covered by our insurance but still we lost our original instruments.  The loss was and still is  incalculable in our minds.

And stop asking us if we ever got our instruments back.  No we didn’t.  Not one.

But that’s only where the nightmare begins and why the Camper Van Beethoven junior hockey league team we sponsor has an F and an M on the Jersey.  It stands for “Fuck Montreal” which since 2004 has been the official CVB motto.

(It was changed by unanimous vote of the board of directors on Oct 22nd 2004.  Formerly the motto had been “the last band to never stop saying ‘a bad idea is still an idea’”*).

First it had to have been an inside Job.  There was only an hour and a half in which the trailer was un-attended.  One of the guys had gotten in very late I think it was Victor.  Like 4:00 am or later.  He went to the van to retrieve something and when he went in the building the night security man asked him if anyone else from the band was coming back to the hotel?  This did not seem odd to him at the time.  He figured the guy wanted to lock the door and take a nap.

I wasn’t intending to be funny when I searched for images of Montreal police. But this is what I found. They made me do it.

“Fellas: try spending  a little less time grooming the moustaches and little more time fighting crime. OK?”

There is a parking attendant’s kiosk in the parking lot. At 6:00 am the parking lot attendant came in and found that his kiosk had been broken into.  He explained to me that all the keys were in a pile on his small desk.  Like someone had tried to find our van and trailer keys.  (Like we would be stupid enough to leave them with a parking attendant.)

So in this short period of time our trailer was robbed.  And either the night security person from the hotel, possibly the parking lot attendant or both were in on the scheme.

I don’t remember who discovered the theft.  But suddenly we were all at the van.  I went to the desk to call the police. We waited some time and the police did not arrive.  I went back to the desk and asked them to call the police again.  This time they put me on the phone with one of the detectives who told me they were just around the corner and to walk over to the police station. This seemed odd to me.  There was a crime scene after all.
“The Montreal Policeman

He wouldn’t get off his ass

So all your shit was stolen

What’s s’matter with that?”

There is a policing technique especially popular in  the gallic world. In order to keep crime rates down the gallic police technique is to pretend that no crime ever happened. Try to discourage the victim from even making a report.  This makes these french cities seem relatively crime free when compared to their anglo/american counterparts.  This is very handy when making the point that french civilization is superior to anglo/american civilization.

It also incentivizes the police officers and detectives because then they don’t actually have to do any work.

At the police station I was asked to fill out a form.  Like some kind of petty theft.  When i protested i didn’t have room to write all the items stolen and the form was clearly for thefts less than $10,000 CAN  (it was printed across the bottom in french and english) I was asked archly If I was “trying to tell them how to do their job?”.  Assholes. It went downhill from there.    They wouldn’t even come to the crime scene.

“You don’t want to come over and maybe look for evidence or fingerprints?”

“Again Mr lowery you are once again telling me how to do my job. okay? enough”.

They could not have cared less.

Jonathan and Victor had gotten the word out on the internets our website,  myspace,  friendster even a few gay cruising chatrooms. That was actually me. Hey whatever takes.  Word was spreading fast.  I suddenly got a couple of calls from the press.  Somehow one of the reporters called the local police precinct to find out what they knew.

Did I already tell you that the Montreal Police couldn’t care less? I was wrong. They give a shit about geting interrupted during their 3 hour lunches by journalists.

I got a call on my mobile shortly after this press inquiry.  It was the detective in charge of our case.  He made it clear we were on his shit list for talking to the press and being prodded to do his job.  He told me he was making our case a low priority for making it “political”.

Political?  WTF?  It took me a while to figure out that i’d wandered into  some kind of francophone/anglophone thing.  Something to do with which newspaper made the  call.  Fuck I can’t even figure out the politics in my own country much less Canada’s .

But I do know this. Every country has rivalries between the various levels of city/state/county/provincial/national police. I needed to literally make it a Federal case. This detective and these police were not gonna do shit.  So I might as well make there lives miserable. I  was in Toronto by this point so it was easy to find  how to do this.  One of our friends in Toronto worked for the Crown’s attorney office.  Basically I made a complaint  to  federal Canadian  authorities that the police in Montreal were not doing there job,  and the detectives conduct was completely unprofessional.  About 2pm the next night I get a apoplectic call from someone I assume is the same detective.  He is now lapsing into mostly french to to chew me out,  but apparently to emphasize his points he has to cross back into english to say “mother fucker” and “shit list’.

I would think that a grand language like french; the language of Sartre, Baudelaire and Tocqueville;  the language in which Bastiat debated Proudhon,  the language in which Galois wrote the foundations of Abstract Algebra; and the language of Monty Python’s famous Flying Sheep sketch;  this language would have a word for “shit list”.  Apparently not.

Regardless. I was on this guys shit list.  As I went through the process of trying to get our insurance money we continued to spar.  Copies of the police report of course were needed.  Well just put the insurance adjuster in touch with Detective Liste de Merde.  Et Voila more angry phone calls! and on and on it went.

Finally I just wrote the fucker into this song.

Yes there’s more to this song than that.  It’s got a reference to the Project For A New American Century. It’s got the Inland Empire,  it’s got the usual self-deprecating remarks about our musical career and fortunes and of course “papa was a preacher and mama was a go-go dancer”

This song was not designed to be thought about much.  It is what it is.

Musically the most interesting thing about the song is that after we recorded it, live it evolved to have a much better ending.  I prefer the live version to the album version.  perhaps some of you will be so kind as to post a link to a good archive.org version.

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*actually this was the Spot 1019 motto.  CVB never had one before that.
Everybody Gets One For Free

[INTRO:]
[A] [D] [A] [G] [D] [A]

[A] I talk to the waitress
Yeah she was pretty hot
She gave me her number
But that’s all I got

CHORUS:
[D] Everybody gets one, everybody gets one for [A] free
[G] Everybody gets one, [D] everybody ‘cept for [A] me

Started a conversation
About the United Nations
Had to use imagination
She was talking about reincarnation

REPEAT CHORUS

Stayed up all night drinking
When I should’ve been home
Had a vision of the blessed virgin
Butt now I’m not sure at all

REPEAT CHORUS

[INSTRUMENTAL: CHORDS AS VERSE THEN CHORUS]

Miguel Urbiztondo
Backstage New Year’s Eve
When the policeman came to look for him
He said “What the fuck do you know?”

REPEAT CHORUS

She from the Inland Empire
Her dad was an umpire
Her mama was a go-go dancer
Everybody got in for free

REPEAT CHORUS

[INSTRUMENTAL: CHORDS AS VERSE THEN CHORUS]

I know that our last record
Didn’t do very well
But now we’re back on the block
With our freedom rock?

REPEAT CHORUS

The Montreal policeman
Wouldn’t get off his ass
So all your shit was stolen
What’s the matter with that?

REPEAT CHORUS

I got a yellow carnation
I got some Kevlar pants
I got a new American Century
Do the freedom-hater’s dance

REPEAT CHORUS

I was driving in my car
It was filled up with yams
For no obvious reason
That’s just who I am

REPEAT CHORUS x2

[G] [A]
Last call
Find the one

Everybody gets one
Everybody gets one ‘cept for me
Everybody gets one ‘cept for me
‘cept for me

#62 I Could Be Wrong I Could Be Right-Cracker. Just your usual southern rock track set on the Lewis and Clark Expedition.

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, Uncategorized with tags on October 9, 2010 by davidclowery

Member of the Lewis and Clark expedition the explorer York.  The Arikara Indians of South Dakota called him “Big Medicine” and the nickname stuck.

07 I Could Be Wrong I Could Be Right

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I stated before some songs are coherent stories that can be explained easily.  Some are just collections of words that sound good together that evoke a mood or sentiment.  And others are somewhere in between.  I Could Be Wrong I Could Be Right  is one of the the latter.

On one level it’s a playful jab at my wife and manager Velena,  and our very complex personal and business relationship.  We’ve known each other since 1989 but finally got together in 2006. On another level it is about Sacagawea and York the only African American member of the Lewis and Clark expedition.   In my song they have a volatile and semi-secret affair.

York was Clark’s slave.  But on the expedition York was purportedly treated the same as any other member of the expedition. Given weapons, full voice and voting rights on all major decisions made by the explorers.  By all accounts a very intelligent man and superb outdoorsman he was also of quite large stature.  The Arikara Indians were duly impressed and gave him the Nickname “Big Medicine” and this name stuck.

Other accounts portray “Big Medicine” as being quite the stud.  Fathering many Indian children along the way.  Some of these reports seem quite fanciful or at least exaggerated.  They would seem to me to be products of racial stereotypes of the age.  But there does seem to be some consensus this is at least partially true.

The sad thing about York is that when he returned to the United States he lost all of his freedoms and returned to being a slave.  He petitioned Clark for his freedom but it took at least 10 years (if at all.  accounts vary)  before he was finally granted his freedom.  While he was on the Lewis and Clark expedition his wife was “sold” to another family in Kentucky.  He supposedly died of Cholera in Tennessee while on his way to rejoin Clark’s household after his business in Tennessee failed.

But there is also a fictional ending that made the rounds.  A bit of folklore it would seem.  But the fictional ending is that he is freed and he makes his way back to Wyoming where he lives out his days with the Crow Indians.  (Another ex-slave may have lived with the Crows about the this time)

But what’s interesting about this story is what it says about “us”.  That is our ancestors of the 19th century.  We knew that the voyage of discovery was the only time that York was truly free and treated as an equal. And in some way we were ashamed of that.

So “Sacagawea and Big Medicine”  in the song is a big messy composite: forbidden love, unrequited love,   freedom,   a crowning achievement, one’s zenith,  and a sad slow fall, the fictional happy ending like a fevered dream.

The Agency Group’s Proposed Routing For Camper Van Beethoven / Built to Spill 1806 Tour.

Like Lewis,Clark  and Big Medicine returning home,  Camper Van Beethoven was working their way from Portland Oregon back into Montana.  At some point we crossed the bitterroots and Velena was wearing tall brown boots and I made the rhyme connection in my head.  I wrote it down somewhere.  I keep a  collection of overheard things and phrases in a notebook, or sticky notes on my desktop.  They sometimes become a songs.

Later that year Johnny and Sal were playing this lick at soundcheck.  We were in Berlin.  (Note to self: this is the 3rd song created at sound check in germany. must tour there more often.).  I thought it was cool so i recorded it into my macbook as usual.

blue berlin riff

But it wasn’t until late 2007  that we actually made this into a song.

Oh and the chant over the riff?  I think subliminally I was influenced by the theme song to The Wire.  ”Way Down in the Hole”.  I didn’t even think about it till much later. But this was around the same time I was watching a lot of The Wire.

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I Could Be Wrong I Could Be Right.

[E] Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
[A] Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
[E] Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the [D] devil come out and keep you [G] for [D] his [E] own

Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the devil come out and keep you for his own

[E] Long brown hair and tall brown boots
[D] You came across the bitterroots
[A] To finally take what you knew was always [E] yours

I was glad to go along
I didn’t think it’d be too long
‘Fore you were bored and on to the next big thing

CHORUS:
[C] I could be wrong, I could be right
[G] You and I so much alike
[D] The devil tried to keep us far a-[E]-part
[C] Now i was stoned and i was high
[G] But everything it felt so right
[D] I could be wrong, I could be could be [E] right

Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the devil come out and keep you for his own

Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the devil come out

Sacawagea big medicine
Had a thing they knew must end
When they finally saw the western sea

I was glad to go along
‘Cause the best laid plans are always wrong
They come apart they always end in misery

I could be wrong, I could be right
What’s wrong with you is also right
There should be laws to keep us far apart
Now i was high and i was stoned
I didn’t want to be alone
Is that so wrong, is that so wrong
It must be right

[BREAK - CHORDS AS CHORUS]

I could be wrong, I could be right.

Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the devil come out and keep you for his own

Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Darling don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole please
Baby don’t you go don’t you look down in that hole
‘Cause the devil come out and keep you for his own

I could be wrong, I could be right
You and I so much alike
The devil tried to keep us far apart
Now i was high and i was stoned
I didn’t want to be alone
Is that so wrong, is that so wrong
It must be right

[CHORDS CONTINUE AS CHORUS TO FADE]
I could be wrong, I could be right
I could be wrong, I could be right
I could be wrong, I could be
I could be right

 

#60 I’m So Glad She Ain’t Never Coming Back- How an unfinished jam became a song. Other unfinished unreleased outtakes.

Posted in Camper Van Beethoven, Cracker, David Lowery Solo with tags , , , , , on October 5, 2010 by davidclowery

The Cracker Demi Song Vault.

So continuing where I left off with post 59.

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I had a few more thoughts on the demi-songs that populated the early CVB records.  I said after we went to virgin most of these went away.  Part of this was a function of being on a major label instead of on our own imprint.  But not in the way you imagine.  Typical major label contracts pay you songwriting royalties on only 10 songs no matter how many you put on the record.  (it gets pro-rated).  So we were much less inclined to put a bunch of smaller demi-songs onto the albums.  Now we preferred to hold them for an oddities collection or for B-sides.  And there is some minor record label pressure to not put really weird stuff on your albums.  Although considering how challenging things like “The humid press of day”  ”opening theme” and “light from a cake” are,  we never got much hassle from virgin.

So basically these demi-songs went away until we put out CVB Is Dead Long Live CVB. At least for Camper Van Beethoven.

But then there is the matter that we became much more expert at turning weird ideas into actual songs.  Certainly with CVB and also with Cracker.  Be My Love,  Guarded By Moneys, Eyes of Mary are all pretty strange demos that got turned into some real songs.  But perhaps the best Cracker example of this is the song “I’m so glad she ain’t never coming back”

I returned from dinner to find Miguel Urbiztondo (Drums) David Immergluck (Guitar) and Johnny Hickman,  sitting on the floor in the studio  jamming.  Miguel had some tablas  and David and Johnny were playing acoustic guitars.

Always be recording.

immy mig jh groove

I flipped open my ibook and just recorded their groove straight into the computer.

later I edited it into a little structure and sang some words to it.  We also did a few minor overdubs.  et voila

07 I’m So Glad She Ain’t Never Coming Back

But many remain unfinished demi-songs or whatever you call them. They have not disappeared.   we generally try to use them at some point or another,  work them into another song.  But they are still out there.   Here are a few

02 don’t hear a hit boys (drum machine)

This is from around 2001.  It’s basically Johnny Hickman,  John Morand and myself Jamming to a drum machine loop.  probably started when the click track ended and one of the saved or demo drum machine loops came in.  There may have been some pre-mediation.  That is we may have set up to record that piano part or bass part.  We kept it because we kept thinking it was gonna turn into a song.  But after 10 years i doubt it.

Infidel sorcerers of the air

This was a melody i was working on around the time I was doing greenland demos.  It’s Miguel on drums,  probably david immergluck on guitar, and maybe matt trowbridge on keys.  It sort of devolve into this space jam.  Really it could have been a monks of doom song.

classy dames and able gents

This is a little collaboration that Lauren Hoffman,  Alan Weatherhead (slide, pedal steel keyboards)  and myself whipped up one night.  Lauren pretty much improvised the words.  Again the intention was to turn this into a more structured song,  but I’ve always wondered if it would have the same feeling if it got turned into a real song.

peppermint mind

I had a little bit of this carbon leaf (I produced one of their albums) song in my sampler.  I looped it and started jamming on it with various synths and exotic instruments.  I think it was supposed to be something for the New Roman Times record.  For various reasons I put it aside and never did anything with it.

Finally the last three song were untitled so i whimsically made a cryptic reference to an organization.  First one to figure it out the name of the organization and what they do (did) gets a CVB or Cracker Souvenir.

Finally I stumbled across this one song, that i had completely forgotten about.  It’s so weird or good depending on how you look at it, i’m gonna use it as a B-side for my solo album that comes out Feb 1st.

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[G(sus4)] Saw my baby at the autumn dance
Dancing with her new boy friend
Saw my baby in her new beau’s car
She’s the [D] pride of any [G] man

CHORUS:
[G] Now I don’t mind and I don’t cry
‘Cause I’m [C] living on the mountain top [G]
The wind might blow through the cracks at night
And I [D] know she ain’t ever coming back
I don’t mind and I don’t cry
I’m living in a log pine shack
My shotgun keeps me warm at night
And I know she ain’t ever coming back

Saw my baby at the autumn dance
She was dancing with a big ring on
Saw my baby in her new beau’s car
She’s the pride of any man

Saw my baby at the bridal shack
She was looking for a wedding dress
Saw my baby at the dry goods store
I’m so glad she ain’t ever coming back

REPEAT CHORUS

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