I wrote an oral history for GQ magazine on Cheers, my all-time favorite sitcom. You can belly up to the bar with the super-long online version here.
Behind the Beautiful Forevers, by Katherine Boo
Japandroids, Celebration Rock
Pulp, Radio City Music Hall, 4/10/12
Killer Mike, R.A.P. Music
Tad Friend, “Funny Money,” from The New Yorker‘s 6/25 issue
Gatz at the Public Theater
Future of the Left, “Beneath the Waves An Ocean”
Gone Girl, by Gillian Flynn
Cloud Nothings, Attack on Memory
Charli XCX, “Nuclear Season”
Hot Chip, In Our Heads
Night Birds, The Other Side of Darkness
The Chris Gethard Show
A Hologram for the King, by Dave Eggers
I interviewed Adam Yauch only once, in the spring of 2005. The topic was the Beastie Boys’ 1989 album Paul’s Boutique, a jubilant, sample-stitched masterpiece that’s just as engaging and enriching today as it was nearly a quarter-century ago. SPIN had just picked Paul’s to be included on one of its semi-annual greatest-albums lists, and Yauch agreed to give me a few minutes over the phone. As I recall, Yauch was forthright and pleasant, and though I can’t find my audio of our talk, I remember him chuckling a few times in that great, gruff voice of his.
Yauch died last Friday. The interview passage below–which I’ve streamlined and tightened a bit–doesn’t touch upon the many creative and philanthropic accomplishments he packed into his 47 years; it’s just a quick little making-of story. But I used maybe five percent of our conversation for the actual published story, and it seemed like a waste having it forever trapped on a hard drive. Plus, I’ve been playing Paul’s a lot these past few days, and re-reading this made me smile and play it some more:
ADAM YAUCH: Early on, when we first started working with the Dust Brothers, we had just intended to do a couple of songs. We thought that maybe we would work with different producers, and we weren’t really sure who we wanted to work with on the whole thing. We just happened to be in L.A. doing something else, and Mike and I stopped by our friend Matt Dike’s house. Matt was starting Delicious Vinyl, and he played us the instrumentals of what ended up being “Shake Your Rump” and “Car Thief.” But he said he and his friend were intending to make instrumentals, and throw them out as club tracks. And we said, “Oh, could we rhyme on this stuff?” And he said, “Yeah, you can rhyme, maybe on a stripped-down version. We could take some of the music out.” And we said, “Let’s just rhyme over the music the way its built–the guitars and the basslines.” So we went in and made these demos with them. Utimately we made the whole album with them.
Adam and Mike and I rented a house together that was up in the Hills. It was a classic Hollywood-type spot: It had a big view of the Valley, a big swimming pool, and a room with a window that looked into the living room. I don’t think we had a full party going on all the time, because we were pretty focused on writing the record. So it was kind of cool–the three of us being out there together and being able to write lyrics all the time. A lot of times, we’d go out to clubs. Sometimes we’d play baseball or basketball, and there was a softball field out there.
We wrote [lyrics] individually, but while hanging out together. Often we’d write like that: We’d have instrumentals that we’d listen to, and while we were listening to it, we’d all sit there with our own pad of paper and write a bunch of lyrics. And then we’d read stuff to each other. Maybe someone would have an idea for a specific hook, and we’d try to figure out what kind of lyrics we’d have for that hook, and then we’d throw all of the lyrics into the pot for that. For “Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun,” we’d work together to come up with an order, and then we’d figure out how to break ‘em up—“You do this line, I’ll do that line, and we’ll do this line together.” So a lot of times on Paul’s Boutique, the lines that we’re saying are not necessarily the rhymes we’ve written. More of than not, they’re really mixed up. On later albums, we tended just to write our own lines: “You go for two bars, I’ll go for four bars.” Everybody hit their own section.
I don’t know how much of the plan [for Paul’s] was, “We need to do something different.” We just kind of instinctually tried to do something that wasn’t done, or was different from what was out there. Most people at that time were rhyming over stripped-down beats. So it seemed like an interesting way to go against the grain of what was going on, and the way that the different samples were hooked up together was a little more [complex] than most of what was going on at the time. During the course of making Paul’s Boutique, [Public Enemy’s] It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back came out, and that had a lot of layered sampling on it. [De La Soul’s] 3 Feet High and Rising had a lot of layered sampling. We had kind of already started into it before that stuff came out.
I don’t remember worrying about [the sampling clearances] too much. I think we were all like, “We’ll just worry about it later.” Like, “We’re using it in a creative way. We’re just using a bar.” We weren’t taking someone’s whole song; we were just taking little pieces of somebody’s song. So it felt like more like it was collaging. [The legal response] wasn’t too bad for that particular album. People hadn’t really gotten insane about sampling. I don’t think you’d be able to make that particular record nowadays, just because so many people are looking to make a fortune off of samples that you wouldn’t be able to do it.
At the time we were finishing up Paul’s Boutique, I thought it was amazing. Licensed to Ill had sold five million records or something, so I just thought, “This record is ten times better. It’ll probably sell ten times more.” I was getting ready for this insane onslaught of success, and I was ducking and holding my head on my hands for the explosion. And then it went “poof.” Right after it came out, I remember being in a diner in the Valley, and some kid come up to me and said, “Man, what’s up with that new album? Why can’t you guys do more stuff like Licensed to Ill?”
The response wasn’t frustrating so much as it was surprising, because I felt like Licensed to Ill was kinda corny in a way to me. But Capitol Records imploded right around the time that record came out. It was one of the many times where they just fired everyone from the president on down, right as the record was coming out. The three of us went to meet the new president of Capitol and said to him, “We spent a long time on this record, and really like it, and we want to promote it and go on tour and make this thing happen. And the guy from Capitol saying “Look, I don’t have time for this. The new Donny Osmond album is coming out. Go work on a new album.” We were like “What? No!” He laid down the law.
We never toured for Paul’s Boutique, because our manager at the time didn’t want us to tour without a hit single. But when we went on tour in ’92 for Check Your Head, people started saying [Paul’s] was their favorite record.
Forgot to put this up last week, but here’s a quick piece for New York magazine on comedian Chris Gethard’s endearingly weirdo late-night public-access show. If you haven’t watched the program yet, I’d recommend going through the archives, starting with this particularly painful excerpt. It might not be the future of TV, but it’s the future of…something.
I profiled flame-throwing music-biz blogger Bob Lefsetz in the new issue of Wired.
Off the top of my head, in no particular order:
I have a piece about David Fincher–director of such films as Se7en, Fight Club and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo–in the new issue of Wired.
I spent much of the summer reporting this oral history on the Upright Citizens Brigade for New York magazine. I will now spend much of the fall recovering from reporting this oral history on the Upright Citizens Brigade for New York magazine.
If you get that headline, you’re clearly a fan of NBC’s Community. My Wired profile of Dan Harmon, the show’s brilliant-slash-tortured creator, is up here.
The big networks aren’t the only ones rolling out new shows this week: The upstart comedy network Yux!–best known for endless reruns of cult ’70s Brit-coms like A Snifter of Randy and Tootelage–ventures into original-programming with Vice Capades. It’s the story of three ice-hockey mascots who accidentally shred $1 million worth of liquid oxycondone through a Zamboni, thrilling the newly stoned players, but greatly irking the local Oxy-addled gypsy community, who place a curse on the trio that will turn them mute and keep them imprisoned in their uniforms forever.
Alas, despite that intriguing set-up, Vice Capades quickly descends into standard-issue (and rather confusing) sitcom fare. The pilot finds the mascots attempting to woo their sexy new neighbor (Jennifer Tilly), but most of the scenes consist of them making the same oblique wing-flap gesticulations over and over again, while Tilly coos listlessly in the background (complicating matters is the producers’ decision not to give any of the mascots names, and to cast actors with the exact same height and physicality). Episode two, I’m afraid, doesn’t get any better or clearer: I think it’s about Tilly trying to borrow a cup of sugar, but it might also be about her trying to steal birdfeed. Yux! gets points for effort, but Vice Capades will likely leave audiences cold.