THE AMAZING JONATHAN: While most folks in this country
probably know Jonathan Richman as "that singing guy
from There's Something About Mary," in truth he's
been at it for nearly three decades now, confounding everyone's
expectations along the way.
Having been highly influenced by seeing the Velvet Underground play a series of shows in his native Boston, Richman put the first incarnation of the Modern Lovers together in the early '70s, a line-up which included future Talking Head Jerry Harrison and Cars drummer David Robinson. In 1971, the band hired the VU's John Cale to produce a demo for Warner Brothers, which was subsequently not released until 1976, and only then because of cult demand.
While there's no use in getting too hyperbolic, trying to distill the advent of punk rock into one defining moment, the self-titled album certainly has earned its own chapter in the collective history of rock music. The band combined the Velvet Underground's primitive two- and three-chord drones with Richman's geek-next-door musings on girls, bullies, and rock and roll, in the process informing a generation of kids that you don't have to be "cool" to strap on an electric guitar. A lot of people took note five years after the fact, including the Sex Pistols, who covered the Lovers' anthemic "Roadrunner."
In fact, legend has it that the Pistols wanted the Modern Lovers as the opening act for their ill-fated American tour, apparently unaware that the recorded incarnation of the band had split up back in 1973.
By 1977, Richman was already fucking with people's sensibilities, performing pseudo-kiddie folk songs which gave some fans the impression he'd sabotaged his own career, suddenly taking off with a revamped Modern Lovers in tow to play songs like "Hey There Little Insect" and "Here Come the Martian Martians" in lieu of "She Cracked" and "I'm Straight." Richman reportedly turned down the Sex Pistols gig by commenting that the band "played too loud" and "made his ears hurt"--this from a guy who played a pivotal role in the origin of punk rock.
He continued putting out albums and touring all throughout the '80s and early '90s, attracting both curiosity-seekers and die-hard fans--there were enough members in the ever-growing Cult of Jonathan to earn him a comfortable living; and since he toured by himself in those days, there was no overhead to speak of. The albums were sometimes spotty affairs, but each had its gems. And, progressively, perhaps starting around the time Richman hired Tucson resident Tommy Larkins to be his full-time drummer, his songs managed to address grown-up issues with the same informed naiveté he'd retained all along. He also seemed to be having a bit more fun with it all, breaking into spontaneous Elvis-like dance on-stage, and raising his notoriously quiet shows into at least an audible sound level.
And then along comes Mary. The Farrelly brothers, director and producer of the runaway comedy smash, told Richman from the start that there was a 50/50 chance the scenes he shot wouldn't make it into the film at all. They simply weren't sure it would work to have a 47-year-old cult singer and his drummer play the Shakespearean chorus in a modern-day screwball comedy. The studio hated it, test audiences loved it, and the rest is history. Richman and Larkins have since made appearances on Saturday Night Live and the Late Show With David Letterman, among others.
And so it's taken only 27 years for Jonathan to surpass his cult status and reach the masses. He's just released a new album, I'm So Confused, on Neil Young's Vapor Records. Produced by The Cars' frontman Ric Ocasek, the disc sports snappier production than anything Richman's done in the last several years; and because of his newfound fame, it's been his highest-profile release in decades, if not ever.
Come see the world-famous Jonathan Richman on Saturday, November 21, at Club Congress, 311 E. Congress St. Admission for this special 7 p.m. show is $6. Call 622-8848 for more info.
HOT PICK: Fans of garage surf-rock--quite a contingent in this burg--won't want to miss legendary fuzz pedal maestros Davie Allan & The Arrows, with modern-day troubadours 68 Comeback, as they hit town this week. Quite a pairing of old-school and new (Allan's been at it for about 30 years now), both bands have a reputation for kick-ass live shows.
The Dripping Lips will open as Club Congress is converted to a makeshift garage on Friday, November 20. Cover is seven bucks, and you can call 622-8848 for show time and other details.
LAST NOTES: Perhaps best known as Jonatha Brooke's sidekick in folk-pop duo The Story, Jennifer Kimball has finally released her debut solo album, Veering From the Wave, on Imaginary Road Records--four years after the two parted ways. While Brooke has released two albums in that time, Kimball has been singing background vocals on others' albums. Thus, a talent only previously hinted at is in full blossom on Veering, which has received rave reviews across the board, garnering comparisons to Sarah McLachlan and Shawn Colvin.
Kimball performs Saturday, November 21, at the PCC Performing Arts Center, 2202 W. Anklam Road. Call 206-6988 for ticket prices and information.
Local classical guitarist Brenda Buckendahl will be debuting "Suite," a new composition, at a benefit concert for the Fort Lowell Neighborhood Association at 4 p.m. Sunday, November 22. The show will take place at San Pedro Chapel, 5230 E. Fort Lowell Road, which just happens to be the location where Buckendahl recorded her first CD, Trickster, in 1997. Tickets are $10, and must be purchased in advance. Call 318-0219 for more information.
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