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The
Terroirist
Jay Farrar
calls Terroir Blues a "back
to basics" album. It's
not.
RIVERFRONT TIMES
June 18, 2003
By Roy
Kasten
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| Jay
Farrar, "a 'glass
half full' kind of guy."
(photo: Jim Newberry)
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"We
have half a beer to figure
it out, I guess." Across
from the rolling tape recorder,
Jay Farrar sits, not exactly
unsympathetic and nearly
patient with what will never
be figured out anyway. The
Feasting Fox, a restaurant/tavern
on the corner of Grand and
Meramec in south St. Louis,
is pretty much dead. The
waitress checks in and breaks
up the halting conversation.
He's already made the music;
he's not about to say something
just to fill empty air.
Farrar calls his latest
release, Terroir Blues,
a "back to basics"
album. It's not. For Farrar,
the steely blues, hermetic
slide, fluttering backward-tape
loops, all the found-sound
interludes he calls "Space
Junk" and the gorgeous
and irreducible melding
of sound and lyric may feel
like second nature. To any
close listener, the album
reveals quiet revolutions
of heart and sound.
"With
Sebastopol [Farrar's previous
album] I was trying instrumentation
I hadn't tried before, synth
sounds and the like,"
he says. "But I hadn't
used pedal-steel for a while,
and so this was like going
back to familiar instrumentation
but trying out some different
forms as well. The idea
was to get across two contrasting
elements: one, the live
feel of the songs with vocals,
juxtaposing that with the
instrumental backwards segments
and weave those together,
and still provide an album
with flow to it."
Terroir
Blues ("terroir,"
pronounced tear-wahr, is
French for "soil")
is Farrar's second full-length
solo album and the first
on his fledgling label,
Act/Resist Records, which
he co-directs with manager
Sharon Marsh. Although still
distributed by the established
indie Artemis, the new label
is Farrar's preemptive strike
at an industry that's gone
south, often dragging artists
down with it. "The
idea was just to restructure
the working relationship
with Artemis," Farrar
says. "I'm autonomous
now to do what I want. If
I want to record a reggae
album of Oasis songs tomorrow,
I could do it. It's mostly
the freedom it affords.
Artemis isn't restrictive
in the classic sense, but
it still is. They'd still
be putting up the money
and doing the promotion.
After being in the music
realm for so many years
and seeing so many people
getting pushed around and
dropped by labels -- you
know, I've experienced some
of that myself -- I felt
that the best way for there
always to be an outlet for
my music is to start a label."
But
don't start submitting your
demos to Farrar just yet.
"I don't have any grandiose
plans," he says. "I'll
probably try to do some
side projects that might
come out on the label. As
far as putting out other
artists, that would be too
much responsibility, to
make sure you're doing the
best job you can for them.
I'm not willing to accept
that role right now. I'm
not used to being on the
other side."
If
Terroir Blues has more spartan
production values than any
of Farrar's previous albums
-- at least since Uncle
Tupelo's acoustic masterpiece
March 16-20, 1992 -- the
record somehow finds vast
sonic and emotional resonance
within its own limits. Even
the studio where he recorded,
a space adjacent to engineer
Mike Martin's Broom Factory
studio in St. Louis, was
smaller than his previous
warehouse like location
in Millstadt, Illinois.
"We didn't drill through
the walls," Farrar
says, "we just punched
it out a bit and ran a snake
to Mike's studio. We tracked
in Mike's place, but the
recording equipment was
in my space. It was an amalgamated
experiment. We know now
that you can hook two studios
together."
Though
fond of analog tape -- "I
just like the way it sounds,
especially on acoustic instruments,"
Farrar explains --and arcane
(at least by contemporary-rock
standards) instruments such
as the sitar, flute and
bottle-neck guitar, Farrar
continues to experiment
through magical accidents.
The album's second track,
"Hard is the Fall,"
reverberates with what seems
to be a delay pedal gone
mad. The surging echoes
are something else entirely.
"It's four takes of
the song layered together,"
Farrar explains. "We
didn't plan it. Mike and
I were playing the song
back, and [Son Volt alum]
Eric Heywood was listening
to a separate mix, and he
got all four takes coming
back at him. He said, 'You
guys gotta listen to this.'
We all liked it. We never
tried to line up the takes,
and the odds that they did
line up were pretty incredible.
We had to go with it.
"It
sort of fit the essence
of what I was going after,"
he adds, in a rare moment
of interpretation. "It's
the gist of the song: Is
this a dream, or is it real?"
As
if by drawing an intense
bead on what has always
been most real and familiar
to him, Farrar has made
what he knows strange and
beautiful again. His voice
has never curled and swayed
so expressively, his rhythm
guitar playing has rarely
sounded with such authority,
and all the sliding cross-currents,
steel bars and glass tubes
on metal strings finally
answer Farrar's call to
"deliver us now, from
this 21st-century blood."
Heywood plays pedal steel,
Rockhouse Rambler John Horton
handles slide guitar, former
Blood Oranges guitarist
Mark Spencer attacks the
lap steel and Bottle Rocket
Brian Henneman explores
the electric sitar. "Brian
virtually created the slide
sitar," Farrar says
with a smile. "He'd
never seen it before he
showed up to play it. Though,
as we speak, he has it at
his loft. He's probably
practicing it now."
In
the months following the
release of Sebastopol, Spencer
had been accompanying Farrar
on the road. Their collaboration
over the course of the year
flowed into the Terroir
sessions. "The slide
guitar wound up the sonic
motif, if there has to be
one," Farrar says.
"It wasn't planned
that way. The fact that
Mark and I have done a lot
of shows over the last few
years allowed for us to
find a common thread pretty
easy. Especially with that
instrumental 'Fish Fingers
Norway.' We tried a similar
concept to our live cover
of George Harrison's 'Love
You Too,' though he played
the song on the slide guitar.
I asked him if he could
play it Indian style, and
he said, 'Yep, no problem.'
When Mark played regularly
at a bar in New York, he'd
buy tapes of Indian music
from a street vendor. He's
got it all stored up in
there."
Farrar
wrote most of the songs
over the summer of 2002
and at least two of the
songs are meditations on
the loss of his father,
Jim "Pops" Farrar,
who died that August. Over
a simple piano part and
surrounded by pedal steel,
Farrar offers the tenderest
of elegies: "Beat bars
and the Maritime/Post-war
peace and paid your dues/
Now the burden is passed
on/Find a way out of these
blues/You're back in Dent
County."
"The
contributions he made to
teaching me, as well as
my brothers," Farrar
says, "and virtually
anyone in the neighborhood
who wanted to learn to play,
he'd do it. I guess you'd
say his legacy lives on,
in the people he taught
to play."
Over
the past year, Farrar faced
his own legacy with the
seminal Uncle Tupelo as
he oversaw, with former
bandmates Jeff Tweedy and
Mike Heidorn, the remastering
and reissuing of the band's
catalog. "At times
it was like, 'Who are these
people?'" he says,
laughing. "By the second
listen through, they'd start
to sound familiar again."
Neither
intimidated nor haunted
by the past, whether personal,
professional or musical,
Farrar has managed that
remarkable feat: to remain
connected to his sources
while still imagining possibilities
that go beyond them. "Remembrances
of pride, guilt, laughter
and luck" he sings
on another song for his
father. "Hard is the
fall, but your heart is
still brand new."
"When
I think of the past, I'm
not brooding," Farrar
says. "I find it generally
uplifting, the sense of
history in this city and
the potential it has. I
guess I'm a 'glass is half
full' rather than 'glass
is half empty' kind of guy."
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