Published on Sep 3, 2002
The advent of the Internet and music file-sharing has brought us
many things – a raft of exciting new music from heretofore unknown
acts, a ton of bootlegs that amount to grand theft of the artists’
work, and
Busted Stuff. But don’t worry, this is not a setup for the
punch-line “the good, the bad and the ugly.” More like the cool,
the uncool, and the artistically compromised.
Busted Stuff – or most of it, anyway – saw life first as a
set of master tapes from recording sessions the Dave Matthews Band
held in early 2000 with Steve Lillywhite producing. Near the end of
the recording process, however, Matthews decided the music wasn’t
taking them anywhere fresh, and elected to scrap the entire project
and start over with a new producer. The end result was
Everyday, a strong but very different album for the eclectic
DMB — tighter, slicker and more mainstream than anything they’d
issued before.
The vigilant fan base that loves the DMB best as a
no-holds-barred jam band fought back. The master tapes found their
way to the Internet and became the infamous Lillywhite Sessions,
surely the most bootlegged recording of 2000-01. What’s an artist
to do? In this case, they opted to go back into the studio at the
conclusion of the
Everyday tour and re-record most of the material from the
Lillywhite Sessions. So, what we have here amounts to Matthews
throwing up his hands to his audience and saying “you asked for
it…”
Matthews’ rumored objection to the original set of songs that
form the core of this album is that they were too unrelentingly
dark. Listening to
Busted Stuff, it’s hard to disagree. There are sublime
moments of musicality, to be sure – “Grey Street” in particular is
close to quintessential DMB in the vibrant interplay between
Matthews’ acoustic guitar, Leroi Moore’s sax, Boyd Tinsley’s
violin, Stefan Lessard’s bass and Carter Beauford’s drumming.
But lyrically, this an album that puts the “eak” in bleak.
Everywhere you turn, Matthews is droning and/or wailing about loss,
death, drinking to forget, the absence of God and the grey
hopelessness of life. The only respites are the two new songs, the
shimmering “Where Are You Going” and the jazzy, searching “You
Never Know,” along with the reconsidered “Kit Kat Jam,”
reincarnated here as an energetic funk instrumental showcasing
Moore’s brilliant sax work and Beauford’s effortlessly versatile
drumming.
Other highlights from the Lillywhite tracks include the flat-out
gorgeous drown-my-sorrows lament “Grace Is Gone,” and “Raven,” a
punchy track that gives Tinsley and Moore a chance to cut loose in
a way they never could in the grip of
Everyday‘s tight, keyboard-heavy arrangements. Notable also
is the closing “Bartender,” a minor opus in which the band whips
itself into an instrumental fury that’s both beautiful and
foreboding, behind a lyric about – you guessed it — hitting rock
bottom emotionally.
Beyond the depressed and depressing lyrics, though, there’s
something important missing from
Busted Stuff. The players have their virtuoso chops intact,
but it all amounts to admirable window-dressing when the central
figure seems disengaged. Matthews, know for his soulful,
chameleon-like voice, barely registers vocally on much of this
album. Yes, he employs many of his old tricks, swerving from
falsetto to growl and holding notes for six- and eight-counts, but
where on other albums these vocal devices seem organic and genuine,
here they often feel artificial. Matthews plows through like the
pro he is, but sounds for all the world like someone who’s been
forced to record these songs, rather than someone who believes in
them — which, of course, is in some sense what happened.
The DMB’s fans seem generally pleased with this album, though
some still can’t resist pumping up the Lillywhite versions like
they’re some lost Holy Grail. Personally, though, I think this is a
classic case of an artist caving in to his audience, rather than
standing up for what his own instincts were telling him (i.e., move
on). Some of these are good songs, but it seems clear they aren’t
the ones Dave Matthews wanted to sing right now. He should have
stood his ground.