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Talkin’ Martin and McCready Mad Season Blues

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The recent stories suggesting that Pearl Jam guitarist Mike McCready, Screaming Trees drummer Barrett Martin, and Guns N’ Roses bassist Duff McKagan are rekindling former Seattle supergroup Mad Season? Sorry, false. “It’s not another Mad Season,” Martin told me last week. “We’re not trying to restart [the band].” But the trio has formed a band and is making new music, thanks to the bond Martin and McCready formed in that short-lived mid-’90s act.

Mad Season is making news itself, thanks to an April 2 reissue of its sole release, Above. The new edition is a product of serendipity and just enough distance from the passing of its other founding members, John Baker Saunders (1999) and Layne Staley (2002). As Martin told it, “Mike was at the Pearl Jam warehouse and [found] some tapes from our live shows. Around the same time, I found the rough mixes—just drums, bass, and guitar—for what would have been the second album, Disinformation.” The musicians liked what they heard, and to “honor their fallen brothers,” decided to “do a reissue and do it right.”

Mad_Season_Press_photoThat meant no garbled demos, no gimmicks, and the return of producer Bret Eliason. The Above reissue is the complete original album, five polished bonus tracks, their now-legendary April 29, 1995, Moore Theatre performance—on DVD and CD—and more. Three of the added songs were culled from the rediscovered mixes, completed by the other iconic vocalist who sang on the original: Mark Lanegan.

Lanegan, who Martin said would have had a larger role in Disinformation, agreed to listen to the instrumental tracks and send back any thoughts they triggered. He surprised the others with completely ironed-out lyrics and vocals. “Mark wanted to do those three songs as a tribute to his friends. He said [they] represented the best of what the band was at that time, and I agree.”

And there’s no disconnect—the “new” songs sound like Mad Season. As Martin put it, “Atmospheric. Half light and delicate, half heavy.” “Locomotive” rumbles mightily along, driven by Martin and Saunders’ steely rhythm and a huge McCready finish. “Black Book Of Fear,” co-written by R.E.M.’s Peter Buck, takes it slower, recalling “Wake Up” and “Long Gone Day.” And “Slip Away” trots comfortably in between—then blazes out in an extended riff. If anything, the songs are indicative of where Disinformation was going. Martin believed “it was more focused, a little more heavy, with more focus on songwriting. I think the band was evolving.”

The first album’s title was an indication of the evolution that never came to pass. “We all felt like [it] should be called Above because it was about rising above darkness and bad things,” Martin explained, adding that the entire band was substance-free while recording. McCready and Saunders, who’d met in rehab, were fresh out. “I think part of making that record was us thinking, It’s kind of amazing what you can do when you’re sober and focused. We’d laugh a lot and had a good time together.”

But there’s no question that Staley, who wrote Above’s lyrics, was battling bad things. “He was definitely in mortal combat with the demons,” the drummer admitted. “But he had this ability to write about being in the darkness and seeing the light. I think that’s why ultimately the record has this uplifting, ascending quality. It doesn’t make you feel depressed. It makes you feel elevated.” Like proper blues, he explained. “The themes are ‘Oh, all these terrible things have happened to me. But you’ve been there, too, and that makes us all feel better.’”

Seeing Staley and Saunders on the Moore stage is bittersweet, though; both were perhaps at their career primes then, and things got bad soon after. “It becomes sad when you look back and think, I really wish Layne and Baker were here,” Martin said somberly. And then, brighter: “I bet Layne would be making some pretty adventurous music. He was really into a lot of different kinds, and was a very spiritual man. And Baker had this hilarious dry sense of humor. I just wonder what they’d say about the state of rock and roll in 2013.” His ironic tone and dry laugh indicated that his friends wouldn’t be impressed.

Until they heard what else Martin and McCready have been doing recently. Last year, the drummer formed Walking Papers, another blues-heavy rock act, with McKagan and The Missionary Position’s Jefferson Angell and Benjamin Anderson. A couple of guitar solos on the band’s self-titled debut are McCready’s; the axeman even joined them onstage. (Martin said the band’s already recorded two songs with the guitarist for its sophomore album, due early next year.) And with To the Glorious Lonely’s Jeff Rouse singing Staley’s lyrics, Walking Papers and McCready covered Mad Season’s “River of Deceit” live.

Plus there’s that new, non-Mad Season band with McKagan. Martin called the unnamed act a “house band.” “Duff and Mike and I wrote a bunch of songs last summer. We had this idea to be a backup band, with different singers. Like [with] Motown and Stax Records.” So they brought in Jaz Coleman from Killing Joke, and have designs on other vocalists. McCready’s new vinyl imprint, Hockeytalkter Records (his young son’s word for “helicopter”) will eventually release its tunes (as well as a wax edition of Above).

When the two aren’t working together, they’re still working. McCready’s primary band is assembling its tenth studio record. And Martin, also an adjunct Antioch University professor and indie label head, is finishing a book informed by his music studies with far-flung indigenous cultures.

“It’s called The Earth Is Singing,” he said. “It’s stories about my time in Africa, Cuba, Brazil, the Amazon, the Mississippi Delta—and there’s a chapter on Seattle. I guess it’s the perspective you take when you become a middle-aged rock-and-roller,” he laughed. “You start to look back on things with a bit of humor. You see things with a little more depth.”

All the better to craft classic blues.

Seattle Rock Veterans Present their Walking Papers (Part 2)

 

(photo by Charles Peterson)

[In part two of Clint’s interview with star-studded Seattle band Walking Papers (read part one here), Barrett Martin and company discuss their unconventional approach to their music, the soon-to-be-released Mad Season box set, and their forthcoming live gigs.]

You’ve all been making music for a long time. Does perspective influence you?

Barrett Martin: I’ve played on about 75 albums. I started playing professionally and touring around 1988, so going on 25 years now. You learn a lot from the studio and the road, about your musicianship and, perhaps more importantly, about your personal character. I’ve also taken years off and not toured, so that I could keep learning about music and go back to school for several years. Duff did a similar thing when he went back to college. Over time you realize that making music evolves your spirit in a kind of alchemical process. And when you take the music out on the road, to the people, it completes you as a musician and as a human being. But it all has to be done with clear thought and intention. You have to know what you are doing, and then set out to do it right.

From your site, Barrett: The Walking Papers record conveys “tales of wandering souls, the collisions of will, and the dark beauty of the American heart.” 

Barrett: Jeff is a classic storyteller disguised as a skinny rock and roller. He’s certainly lived some of these tales. So have all of us, for that matter. Jeff channels it, and he’s got the ability to tell a great story in one song, or a larger narrative over the course of an album. It’s kind of like a movie, except it’s an album. Or the soundtrack to a movie that hasn’t been made yet.

The record boasts brass, marimbas, and other sounds not typical in straight rock.

Barrett: I’ll take responsibility for that, I’m the one who studied those exotic rhythms and collected those instruments. I feel like rock and roll needs a good injection of other musical influences; it’s a bit stale at the moment. The power of grunge and alternative rock aside, I want to do something very different in this band, because I see rock as a living form (like jazz). It’s alive, and therefore it needs to be cultivated with new sounds, new instruments, and new stories.

Still, this might be your most straightforward rock effort in some time. Is it a release of sorts?

Barrett:Yeah, its something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but I just needed to find the right people. I don’t really like most of what passes for “rock” these days. Corporate radio and the major labels have somewhat destroyed it. I like many other kinds of new music, but rock seems to be pretty limp at the moment. That makes me kind of mad, actually, but I think we’re just currently in a bad cycle. And everything happens in cycles.

Walking Papers in action. (Photo: Stephanie Savoia)

Going back a cycle: At Slim’s, you played “River of Deceit” with Jeff Rouse at the mic. Is there more Mad Season where that came from?

Barrett: Jeff is a great person and he loves that song very much. I like that the Mad Season songs have become everybody’s songs; that’s the way Layne [Staley] and [John] Baker [Saunders] would have wanted it. Nothing is sacred, which means everything is sacred, and anyone, any band can play those songs now.

To honor our departed brothers, Mike and I oversaw a Mad Season box set, which comes out March 12th, 2013. It contains the re-mastered Above album, the Moore concert on DVD with surround sound, and a bunch of live recordings that we never released. The most exciting stuff: three songs that Mark Lanegan wrote lyrics and sang on, songs that we started to record for the second album but never finished because of Baker’s and Layne’s deaths. One of the songs Peter Buck wrote with us, and the other two are from me and Mike. They are three of the heaviest and most beautiful songs Mad Season did, and I know Layne and Baker will love them.

Many big-time groups only cut one record. Is Walking Papers more permanent?

Barrett: We’ve already written the backbone songs for album two and we have studio sessions booked in late December to start the basic tracks. I don’t see the point in only making one album, because as a band, (supergroup withheld) we’re just getting started. [The next record] will probably land somewhere in late spring/early summer of 2013. The stories will continue.

Will there be changes/additions in personnel?

Barrett: There’s always room for special guests. We love the variety of what people bring to the studio or the stage. Mike McCready is a sonic tornado. The horn players from my jazz group are total cats. I’m sure Jeff and Duff have some ideas. I’ve backed up a lot of female singers in the past and I’d like to hear some [of their] vocals mixed in with Jeff’s. The possibilities are limitless, and that’s because we leave it wide open. We don’t paint a box.

Speaking of boxes, why the tiny Barboza for your record release show? 

Barrett: Part of it was club availability—there’s only so many clubs in Seattle where you can play rock on a weekend night. But we like the tight, intimate shows. It works well with this band. Better to play to a small, packed room than a cave any day.

Jeff Angell: This amazing band called A Leaf already had the date booked, so we jumped at the opportunity to play with them. Beautiful room, good P.A. In music, numbers should be something a band performs, not an exercise in accounting. But man, now that I think about it, it’ll be kinda sad if people can’t get in. I guess we’ll just have to play another show. Maybe a matinee?

Seattle Rock Veterans Present their Walking Papers (Part 1)

Around 20 years ago, Seattle was home to two true rock supergroups—Temple of the Dog and Mad Season. Though short-lived (by design and by untimely death, respectively), both bands still have fans who will likely dig the city’s newest uber-talented collective, Walking Papers—and not just because of its familiar faces. Turns out when vocalist/guitarist Jeff Angell (Post Stardom Depression, Missionary Position), drummer Barrett Martin (Screaming Trees, Mad Season), keyboardist Benjamin Anderson (Rorschach Test, Missionary Position), and bassist Duff McKagan (Guns N Roses, Loaded) get together, they make really good music. Continue reading Seattle Rock Veterans Present their Walking Papers (Part 1)

Your Live Music Bets for the Weekend of December 16th through the 18th

Too many great shows in town…Too many great shows in town…

Tonight (Friday, December 16):

Duff McKagan’s Loaded @ Key Arena. $40.00 to $87  at the door. Doors at 7pm, show at 8pm.

Duff McKagan’s earned serious Seattle musical war-hero stripes over the years, having played drums for punk-pop legends The Fastbacks at age 16, and also manning the skins for local old-school punks The Fartz and playing bass for 10 Minute Warning. He’s probably best known as erstwhile bassist for glam-rock supergroup Velvet Revolver, but The Taking, McKagan’s current release as frontman for his combo Loaded, drags its knuckles along the same gloriously filthy path as Green River and Mudhoney, then filters that noise through an epic big-rock filter (the winningly-ugly “Follow Me to Hell” sounds like Dry as a Bone in Cinemascope). Rumor has it that McKagan has some connection with the night’s headliners, a hard-rock band that achieved a modest measure of success during the tail end of the Reagan Years. Dollars to donuts McKagan’s band will mop the floor with ‘em. 

Thee Emergency, Sugar Sugar Sugar, Last Watch @ The Comet Tavern. $8 at the door. Show at 9pm.

Thee Emergency lead singer Dita Vox possesses more charisma in her well-manicured pinkie than most lesser mortals do in their entire bodies, guitar Matt “Sonic” Smith throws a pinch of glam into his garage soul riffing, and the sturdy rhythm section of Nick Detroit and Tom T. Drummer can pretty much push complacent clubgoers’ asses into motion at a hundred paces. Cracka’ Slang, Thee Emergency’s most recent full-length, trades some of that pulsating energy for dollops of candy-coated psychedelic pop and country, but there’s no way they’ll leave the Comet without busting out some beloved rave-ups like “Can You Dig It?”. They’ll have to: Awesome Bellingham heavy-groovers Sugar Sugar Sugar, who precede them, do the dirty dog with the Stooges and T. Rex somethin’ sweet.

Jay-Z, Kanye West @ The Tacoma Dome. $49.50–$99.50 at the door. Doors at 7pm, show at 8pm.

My mom, who doesn’t even own a CD player, knows who Jay-Z is, for God’s sake. She likes Annie some, but it never occurred to me to ask her for her take on the Annie-sample-laden “Hard Knock Life”.

 Saturday, December 17:

Scratch Acid, Oxbow@ Neumos. $20 advance. Doors at 8pm, show at 9pm.

Art punks vomited up from the bowels of Austin, Texas, Scratch Acid cracked the skulls of Bad Brains and the Dead Kennedys together to create ungodly, ranting, cacophonous noise that remains as corrosive (and mind-blowing) today as it was thirty-some (!) years ago. They’ve (reportedly) still got the goods. And for just five bucks more, you’re nuts not to take in what’s sure to be a lively Q & A between principal Scratch Acid screamer David Yow and local music scribbler extraordinaire Chris Estey (with spoken word by Oxbow’s Eugene Robinson) across the street at the Comet  Tavern two hours prior.

 Dinosaur Jr. and Pierced Arrows, with an interview by Henry Rollins @ The Showbox Market. $22.50 advance, $25 at the door. Show at 7pm.

 Dinosaur Jr. made Neil Young cool amongst punk rock kids, thanks to J. Mascis’s openly Young-infused whine and broiling axwork. To a lot of ears, they never topped Bug, their 1988 opus and the last Dino full-length to feature original bassist Lou Barlow until 2007’s Beyond. Also stopping by: Punk legend/spoken-word gadabout Henry Rollins, who’ll be grilling Mascis, Barlow, and drummer Murph about Bug and lotsa other stuff.

Sunday, December 18:

Holiday Showdown: Portland Cello Project, Israel and Ryan of Blind Pilot, Emily Wells @ Columbia City Theater. $12 advance, $15 at the door. Shows at 7pm and 10:30pm.

The Portland Cello Project augment well-honed perfectionist chops with puckish humor, in an engaging melange of classical, jazz, and popular music (their cover of Outkast’s “Hey Ya” kills). Things are sure to take a holiday turn, but wherever they journey sonically, it’ll sound sublime in the immaculately-appointed Columbia City Theater. Blind Pilot purvey a brand of acoustic indie-folk that gracefully transcends all of the folkies-come-lately crawling around these parts with clean and lushly romantic pop hooks. “Go On Say It” is one urgent and gorgeous acoustic love song, so here’s hoping that band members Israel and Ryan bust it out in their opening set(s).

Guns N’ Roses: The Axl Rose Show Comes to Seattle Friday

So Guns N’ Roses play the Key Arena Friday night. Tickets are still available ($40.11 to somewhere in the $87 range, including those beloved service and handling fees). If you go, let us know how it is.

The band once hailed as saviors of rock essentially consists of several hired guns behind lead singer Axl Rose now, and on some level that’s more than enough for a lot of people. The Key Arena crowd is sure to get plenty of G N’ R hits, played with some level of skill. One of the dubious bonuses of the show (depending on your penchant for schadenfreude) is likely gonna be the current state of Rose himself, who’s transformed into an overweight, plastic-surgery enhanced, tinkering eccentric (2008’s Chinese Democracy was the band’s first new, all-original full-length in a whopping 17 years). In a sense, he’s become the heavy metal equivalent of Brian Wilson, sans the oddball sweetness and flashes of fevered genius.  

I actually saw the original G N’ R line-up open up for goth-metal combo The Cult, back in (and this makes my bones creak) 1987. Appetite for Destruction had just hit stores, and it was a good six months before “Sweet Child O’ Mine” exploded. Before the fallout of hype descended, they struck me as an above-average but unspectacular hard rock act, with a singer who sounded like an extra-nasty chihuahua in a street fight or a heavy-metal version of The Three Stooges’ Curly, depending on the song. When they became so huge, I just didn’t get it. Then again, what did I know? I thought Faster Pussycat were better.

Last time Guns N’ Roses came through the Northwest a few years ago, Rose’s blown-out pipes inspired grimaces and walk-outs from more than one local rock journalist. Any fans harboring hopes for an improvement from that state this Friday probably won’t be heartened by this video from October, in which the guy looks like a hesher version of Inspector Gadget and sounds a little fatigued. Oh, well, at least he rocks harder than those guys in Maroon 5. A little. Maybe.