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Crazy Rhythms

by The Feelies

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1.
There's a kid I know but not too well He doesn't have a lot to say Well this boy lives right next door and he Never has nothin' to say It doesn't seem like he does anything He never helps out in the yard He lets his mother carry in groceries Cause he doesn't plan to work too hard The boy next door is into better things As far as I can see The boy next door is into bigger things The boy next door is me All right Well he's not like the boys we used to have Not like them at all - oh no Those ones made their parents proud This one beats 'em all The boy next door is into better things As far as I can see The boy next door is into bigger things The boy next door is me Yeah
2.
Fa Cé-La 02:03
Get a message out to MaryAnn, "Everything is alright." Get a message out to Mom and Dad, "Everything is alright." Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Cé-La Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Cé-La Break the silence with a scream and then Everything is alright Break the scream with a silent void Everything is alright Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Cé-La Fa Fa Fa Fa Fa Cé-La
3.
You made your offer A little too soon It's not the first time it's happened In a moment you said You don't want to know me It seems as though that's never done What I'm seeing as hopeless You're seeing as ... Won The story asking Could we be together tonight I was raised by a different standard And it wouldn't seem right Ah ... It doesn't seem important I'd like to know what matters then As it happened they already did I don't remember it Loveless love Is not my plan Loveless love Said it isn't romance Loveless love You think it's cool I think it stinks Loveless love You don't care what I think Well nobody's perfect It's not the way you were raised to be-have Try to understand That's not the way to be
4.
The tinge of the mind The mind is in check The check is the force The forces at work (?)
5.
You said no commitment When I asked you for a compromise Just a compromise Now I don't know why I ask you It's always such a problem Why make it a problem You must be waiting for things to happen Expecting something to happen But nothing ever happens Your voice raised in anger Who knows what you're after You don't know what you're after You never seem to notice The distance between us The distance You're only waiting for things to happen Expecting something to happen But nothing ever happens Your weakness is getting stronger With your disregard for conventions I'm not looking for some New kind of social age anyway They all seem the same
6.
Your inside is out Your outside is in Your outside is in Your inside is out So come on Come on is such a joy Come on is such a joy Come on and take it easy Come on and make it easy Make it easy Everybody's got something to hide Except for me and my monkey The higher you fly The deeper you go The deeper you go The higher you fly So come on Come on Come on it's such a joy Come on it's such a joy Come on, let's take it easy Come on and make it easy Everybody's got something to hide Except for me and my monkey Your inside is out Your outside is in Your outside is in Your inside is out So come on Come on Come on it's such a joy Come on it's such a joy Come on, let's make it easy Come on and make it easy Take it easy Everybody's got something to hide Except for me and my monkey Come on Come on Come on
7.
All you really wanted Was to be alone at least a little while How was I to know that Well it seemed like an eternity When you smile and say, "I thought about it, it's the right time" And I expect that You're never returning to the USA All the way the lights are I can see your face is getting clearer It's like you never even left here It's like you never had the reason To want to go Well I don't know I think it's time for you to face it You never felt right in our world You never felt right about yourself And I think about what it might be like If I could go alone, if I could go at night Would it be just like you know you said it would Would it start the life of O (?)
8.
He said oh He said oh He said oh Some will make it and some won't make it oh-oh Oh the glory glory and the glory glory oh-oh
9.
Said it's time to go, well alright I don't wanna go, I say alright You never listen to me anyway You're always talking, never much to say You remind me of a TV show That's alright, I watch it anyway I don't talk much cause it gets in the way Don't let it get in the way We'll do our job, we'll get things done Work real hard and get things done It's time to sail but not now Can't relax when there's things to do Big plans stay while the little ones fade It's nice to know when it's part of your life I don't want much and I need even less It's time to sacrifice Crazy Feelies Said it's time to go, well alright I don't wanna go, I say alright You never listen to me anyway You're always talking, never much to say You remind me of a TV show That's alright, I watch it anyway I don't talk much cause it gets in the way Don't let it get in the way

about

An Ode to the Boys with the Perpetual Nervousness

“Going to the Feelies this evening, Henry?” enquired the Assistant Predestinator. “I hear the new one at the Alhambra is first-rate. There’s a love scene on a bearskin rug; they say it’s marvelous. Every hair of the beast reproduced. The most amazing tactual effects.”

—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

Like a drop of water shattering the still surface of a pond, the Feelies’ first album starts with the ringing sound of rosewood claves: click, click. Then silence, until again—click, click—this time higher in pitch and richer in reverb. The scattered drops turn into a gentle rain as a needlelike electric guitar repeats a two-note pattern. The song picks up speed, building in intensity; a second guitar echoes the first, and an insistent bass drum charts the pulse. The guitars combine to form a chord, but there’s no relief in the melody, and some raspy sand blocks add a sharp counter-rhythm that cues the uneasy vocals.

“There’s a boy I know but not too well/He hasn’t got a lot to say/Well, this boy lives right next door and he/Has nothing to say.”

Without ever visiting Haledon, New Jersey, a quiet, hilly suburb of blue-collar Paterson, you know the place the Feelies are singing about—chipped white paint on the shingles, slightly overgrown lawns, tree-lined streets filled with mounds of Autumn leaves—just as the memorable album cover is evocative of the corner table in every high school lunch room in America, the one populated by those introverted members of the chess club and brainy winners of the science fair.

The Feelies don’t romanticize the life of the suburban nerd on Crazy Rhythms any more than they feel stifled or defined by it. It’s just part of who they are, though they’re also into bigger/better things: the Velvet Underground, the Stooges, Brian Eno’s “pop” albums, the Beatles of Revolver and Magical Mystery Tour, the sound of Robert Fripp’s guitar on David Bowie’s “Heroes,” and above all that signature tom-tom-heavy kinetic drum beat, descended from the polyrhythms of ancient Africa by way of Bo Diddley via Maureen Tucker, sped up and turned inside-out so the backbeat sucks you in like a powerful undertow rather than propelling you forward in the traditional rock-roll manner.

Crazy rhythms, indeed.

The shorthand version of the back story leading to this enduring masterpiece starts in Haledon in 1972, when rhythm guitarist and backing vocalist Bill Million heard some noise emanating from a basement or garage courtesy of drummer Dave Weckerman and lead guitarist and vocalist Glenn Mercer. Mercer and Million started writing songs; Weckerman dropped out of the picture for a time, replaced by Vinny DeNunzio; Vinny’s brother Keith joined on bass, and after a few years of near-obsessive woodshedding, the Feelies started driving east on Route 3 through the Lincoln Tunnel to play at C.B.G.B., Max’s Kansas City, and the Mudd Club during the fertile period when punk was morphing into New and then No Wave.

One-upping their predecessors the Talking Heads, the boys arrived as a complete conceptual package with a distinctive look, a unique aesthetic, and a complex and exciting new sound. There’s no doubt that Mercer and Million were mad-scientist perfectionists when it came to duplicating the music they heard in their heads onstage or in the studio, but we can debate how much of their buttoned-down personas was genuine and how much was an act: Even as The Village Voice dubbed them the best underground band in New York circa 1978, the Feelies were telling journalists they disliked playing in Manhattan because driving through the tunnel gave them a headache. This may or may not have been true, but it certainly added to the mystique, and it made for a good story.

More reliable is the tale that Vinny eventually quit because he grew tired of the band’s leaders telling him he couldn’t use his cymbals: The frequencies clashed with their guitars. This opened things up for a more powerful drummer—Anton Fier, who moved to New York from Cleveland after playing with the Electric Eels and Pere Ubu, and who used to take the bus to Haledon to rehearse—and the return of Weckerman, who augmented the rhythms by adding all those delightful percussive touches. It was said that the Feelies prepared for shows around this time by downing several cups of coffee and shaving with electric razors plugged into their amps just before they played, and that the rhythms occasionally got so crazy-fast that Fier became physically ill behind his drum set—though again, these yarns could all be apocryphal.

In any event, the Feelies were never really part of the New York scene, so it isn’t surprising that they wound up signing to far-off Stiff Records, even if they also were an odd perfect match for the English indie that gave us Ian Dury and Wreckless Eric. They recorded their debut album in 1980 over a period of four intense weeks—an unprecedented amount of time for a Stiff band. The album was produced by Million and Mercer, with Mark Abel. “They are the most obstinate people I’ve ever met,” Abel, a former soundman at C.B.G.B., told The New York Rocker. “They had real set ideas of what they wanted. That record was the culmination of four years of fantasizing about how they were going to record those songs.”

The culmination and, we could add some 29 years later, the perfection. I’ve been listening to Crazy Rhythms for three-quarters of my life now, and it has never failed to conjure a distinctive and fully-realized world that exists only in the space between the speakers, lovingly crafted by Mercer and Million with the express intent of transporting the listener somewhere magical. Nearly three decades, and I’m still hearing things I never caught before or marveling anew at the sonic genius: the way the drums play the melody while the guitars hold down the rhythm through the first half of “Raised Eyebrows”; the fact that Mercer and Million are singing “crazy Feelies” instead of “crazy rhythms” at the end of the title track; the minimalist perfection of those four-note snare fills that bridge the verses of “Original Love”; the contrast between Glenn’s tubular lead and Bill’s gorgeous rhythmic strumming on “Fa Cé-La,” or the realization that the hook in the cover of “Everybody’s Got Something to Hide (Except Me and My Monkey)” is a sustained roll on a coat rack.

I could go on and on, and I’m not the only one who feels this way: The long list of this album’s devoted fans starts with famous names such as R.E.M. (whose Peter Buck would help co-produce the Feelies’ second album), Yo La Tengo (Ira Kaplan ran sound for the group on countless nights at Maxwell’s), and Weezer (note the familiar look of the cover of its debut album); filmmaker Jonathan Demme (who cast the group in Something Wild) and author Rick Moody (who apparently used it as the model for the band in his first book, Garden State). But many of those stories are part of the Feelies’ second act, and far be it from me to keep you any longer from experiencing the first. Those crazy rhythms await, the forces are at work, and everything is a heck of a lot better than alright.

Jim DeRogatis, 2009

credits

released April 1, 1980

Bill Million- Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Glenn Mercer- Guitar, Vocals, Percussion
Keith Clayton- Bass, Percussion, Vocals
Anton Fier- Drum kit, Percussion

All songs by Glenn Mercer and Bill Million (except + by Lennon/McCartney) Published by Stationary Music C 1980 Produced by Million and Mercer, with Mark Abel, for Ball Field Productions Recorded at Vanguard Studios, N.Y. Engineered by Tom Lazarus and Brooke Delarco Mixed at House of Music, N.J. Engineered by Jim Bonnefond and assisted by Julian Robertson Photograph and treatment by Lynne Pickering Cover and sleeve design by Glenn, with help from Bill put together by their Art Department Thanks to Bill Drake, Bob S., John Piccarella, Bob C., Roger Trilling, Charlie Beasley, Dave Weckerman, Jim Fouratt, Mike Mantler, and Carla Bley. Special thanks to Debbie for keeping it short.

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