Lovers Not Fighters

You May Think It’s Stupid; Rhett Miller Thinks It’s Art

In June of 1999, the Old 97's flogged the impossibly catchy Fight Songsby opening for Cake at a half-filled Roseland. Although I thought they needed a snazzier guitarist—"a Junior Brown protégé who knows something about Robert Quine," to be precise. I recognized every song, enjoyed Rhett Miller's practiced awkwardness, and couldn't stave off that now-or-never feeling. Sometimes a band makes a record so good that they can't endure the aftermath—they deserve to be kings of all the world, and here they are opening for Cake. So when Miller's publicist brought him by, I gently asked what he planned to do for an encore. That obviously wasn't a question he was expecting, but he didn't seem worried about it, and I feared for his innocence. Fight Songsfinished 34th Pazz & Jop and SoundScanned out at around 75,000, doubling the sales of the 1997 Elektra debut Too Far to Care. Then the band sank from normal view. Last November I noticed that Miller was performing solo at the Fez and assumed the Old 97's were history. A fairly arty guy, he'd never seemed content in Dallas anyway. These things happen.

Only they haven't happened to the Old 97's. Incredibly in a time when the conglomerate idea of artist development is strong- arming likely looking indie labels into distribution deals, Elektra went ahead and underwrote an eight-year-old guitar band's fifth album. From regional debut to songful Bloodshot feint to faux-alt-country Elektra move to the terrific pop-rock Fight Songsto—what, them worry?—the equally yet dissimilarly terrific pop-rock follow-up Satellite Rides, I'd compare the Old 97's to the Replacements circa Tim. The Old 97's are the lesser band. But note that where Timbegan Paul Westerberg's pathetic progress from bandleader to genius-with-backup, Satellite Ridesis just the opposite. Play Fight Songsup against it and you realize that, sonically and dramatically, the earlier album is dominated by a singer-songwriter—Miller was a Deep Ellum folk prodigy before Kurt Cobain misspelled his own name. Miller's talk about cutting the last one on the fly from L.A. and moving back home this time isn't just the nice-nice of a frontman who decided going solo was a bad career move. The songs, craftily shaped though they remain, feel more dynamic, organic, all that band stuff.

Such distinctions matter not a whit in the macroprofit world where the three finest Old 97's albums were capitalized, with Satellite Ridesreturning to Too Far to Careproducer Wally Gagel (other big credit: Sebadoh) from Fight Songs' Andrew Williams (other big credit: Peter Case). With very few exceptions—Wilco, the Flaming Lips, maybe one or two more, all of whom long since broke 100,000 sales—the majors, you could even say understandably, no longer consider the Replacements a viable business model. Which is perhaps for the best—a way of weeding out greedheads and wankers, guaranteeing the economic realism and musical commitment of rock and rollers who make their records for independent entrepreneurs and their money on the road. If you fancy extra options in your rock subculture, however, then suddenly this little band you've barely thought about becomes rather significant. Just let them double their sales again, an Elektra marketer told me, and they'll almost certainly stay on longer.

Handsome stringbean with milkable looks: bottom left
photo: Michael Williams
Handsome stringbean with milkable looks: bottom left

So I'm pleased to report that the Bowery Ballroom was jumping at the Old 97's' jam-packed March 1 gig. Out of normal view they'd sprouted a cult, so that when Miller kept coyly silent after the guitar break on his one-night-stand classic "Barrier Reef," the house yelled, "My heart wasn't in it/Not for a single minute" for him. Bands get the audiences they deserve, and these excitable nerds who knew all the words seemed sweeter than the fans who shout Ben Folds's lyrics. Certainly sweet is how Miller plays it. Quite handsome in a stringbean kind of way, he favors the same chinos, short-sleeved shirts, and canvas tennies as the rest of the band, but he always stands out. In 1999 he featured a splay-legged jump that's given way to a mock-yet-not star-time move he calls "my half Townshend"—a loose-wristed, rotate-from-the-elbow strum that had the longtime fan behind me crying out. Miller's old bass-playing partner Murray Hammond harmonizes modestly and sings lead on his own songs, and right behind them is drum dynamo Philip Peeples, with guitarist Ken Bethea off to the side. Soon I came to appreciate Bethea's discretion, too. Miller isn't Paul Westerberg, or Matthew Sweet either—not only doesn't he need a snazzier guitarist, musicianship too quicksilver or corroded would ruin the effect he's going for. Alt-country was a natural side trip because he aspires to simplicity. Evoking the Beatles or even the Crickets, Buffalo Springfield or even Lynyrd Skynyrd, the Old 97's are prepunk the way nearly every other halfway decent pop band of our era is postpunk. Yet there's no history lesson about them. This is just what they do.

All alt-rockers are aesthetes, but for the most part they're pretty woozy about it, mixing and matching in the assumption that everything will cohere by force of their woefully indistinct personalities. The Old 97's are sheer clarity and discipline by comparison, as formalist as the Ramones. Yet somehow they're never severe. Their fundamental principle is laid bare in the fed-up refrain "What's so great about the Barrier Reef/What's so fine about art?"—or, even better, a couplet from the Bloodshot-period "Victoria": "This is the story of Victoria's heart/You may think it's stupid but I still think it's art." And by sticking stupidly to heart and letting the art take care of itself, by ignoring process and attending to content, their last two records justify Miller's latest credo: "I believe in love but it don't believe in me."

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