NY Times
"Did you see the
drummer's hair?" the rock group Pavement once asked in a song,
sarcastically referring to the obscurity of rock-band drummers. But after Keith
Moon of the Who died in 1978, the band never regained its creative footing. And
when John Bonham, Led Zeppelin's drummer, died in 1980, that band broke up, and
it has refused to reunite under the name Led Zeppelin.
For a year, R.E.M. has been grappling with the loss of its drummer, Bill
Berry, who suffered a brain aneurysm while on tour in 1995 and, after
recovering, decided he'd rather lead a stable family life than a rock-and-roll
one. In an interview at the Huntington Hotel here last week, Mr. Berry's absence
was practically all the three remaining members of R.E.M. would talk about. The
band was formed in Athens, Ga., in 1980 and went on to become one of the most
influential rock bands of its era, without a change in its lineup until Mr.
Berry's departure.
"I don't even know if we're a band anymore," the singer, Michael
Stipe, said. "I almost feel like we're a musical collective at this point.
I'm not really sure."
The bassist Mike Mills interrupted: "I'd call it a group. Collective
sounds pretentious."
Mr. Stipe deferred, "I didn't mean it to sound like that." Peter
Buck, loquacious guitarist of the group or collective or whatever, tried to
solve the quandary: "We are three guys who write songs together, and then
there are other guys who help record it. And we don't know who the other guys
are from record to record."
Putting the final R.E.M. touch on the topic, Mr. Stipe added a statement as
cryptic as his lyrics: "It's a revolving door, but the glass is on the
outside."
The scene was perfect evidence of R.E.M.'s vaunted democracy, a band pact
that gives all members equal songwriting credit on their albums and insists that
all decisions must be unanimous. The loss of one-quarter of that democracy
weighs heavy on the band's latest record, "Up" (released yesterday on
Warner Brothers). To fill the hole in its rhythm section, the band used a
variety of drummers, drum machines, found objects and vintage electronic
instruments. Mr. Buck, the guitarist, played most of the bass parts on the
record; Mr. Mills, the bassist, ended up playing chiefly keyboards and guitar,
and Mr. Stipe even let loose with a guitar solo. It all makes R.E.M. seem like a
string of Christmas lights: unscrew one, and they all go haywire.
"We've always felt that there aren't any rules, except that if you're a
four-piece band, you work as a four-piece," Mr. Buck said. "Once that
rule is gone, there aren't really any other rules."
On first listen, "Up" seems like an inferior work, especially
considering the clarity, driving on-the-road rock and verbal sharpness of the
group's previous album, "New Adventures in Hi-Fi," which the band
considers one of its finest works despite its disappointing sales. But slowly,
the keyboard-fueled "Up" -- with its stories of professors,
businesswomen and pensive characters caught between religion and science who, as
with the characters in James Joyce short stories, are struck by an epiphany in
the middle of quotidian existence -- turns sweet, lulling and addictive. Songs
like "At My Most Beautiful" are just that, with the band reaching for
Beach Boys pop harmonies, while elsewhere it borrows from the Rolling Stones'
"Jumpin' Jack Flash" and, for a darker beauty, Radiohead's
"Paranoid Android" and Leonard Cohen's "Suzanne."
"It's a very hopeful record," Mr. Stipe said. "They all are.
As hard as I've tried in the past to be a nihilist, I can't. I'm an optimist,
and that's that." One of the reasons the album seems so inaccessible at
first is because it begins with the murky "Airportman," a slow,
whispered dirge backed by a drum machine on a bossa nova setting. "It's
like a signpost: 'This way lies madness,' " Mr. Mills said of the album's
opening.
Mr. Stipe's repeated lyric in "Airportman," "great
opportunity," doubles as the band's final statement on the loss of Bill
Berry, which made recording "Up" an extremely difficult process.
"Ultimately it's been incredibly liberating artistically," Mr. Stipe
said. "But it did take some growing pains to get where we are now. It
brought us closer together than we've ever been. But it drove us apart before
that happened.
"On this record, Bill was very present by his absence. The next record
will be us as a three-piece. With this record, we leaped over what would have
been the next two records in succession. We were forced to. What you've got is
the sound of a band mutating, much faster than it probably should."
Except for a few dates at small clubs for fans and MTV cameras, including a
stop at the Bowery Ballroom in Manhattan last week, R.E.M. decided not to tour
to support "Up," leading to rumors of a breakup that the band
adamantly denied. There have been some other changes, however. For one, the band
has decided to perform the song it despises most in its repertory, "Shiny
Happy People," for a forthcoming episode of "Sesame Street."
Second, Mr. Stipe decided to include his lyrics in the liner notes to the
record, a former R.E.M. taboo.
"We're a new band," Mr. Mills said. "And this band prints
their lyrics sometimes."
R.E.M. has now survived an entire cycle of popular music, beginning as a
group defined by its status outside the pop world, turning into a band with No.
1 albums and arena concerts, and, although there is little doubt that
"Up" will be one of the country's best-selling albums this week, a
band that feels out of step with the times again.
With "New Adventures" selling less than a million copies, compared
with 2.7 million for the previous record, R.E.M.'s expectations for up are
self-deprecatingly low. "If anything, we pushed the record further to the
left just because the last record didn't sell quite as well," Mr. Buck
said. "We can't do the four-piece drums-bass-guitar-singing thing any
better than that. On this album, we said, 'Let's just find out where we can take
this thing.'
"It's a great journey where we're going, and I firmly believe that if we
keep strong as a band, somewhere down the line we're going to sell 10 million
records. I'd love to be 50 years old and have people go, 'These guys have never
made a bad record.' And then all of a sudden you're legendary. We're not
legendary yet. We're between being new and being legendary. We're stuck right
there."
10/29/98