News Bits: Jay Bennett Dead
May 31, 2009 Leave a comment
This is old news now, but with word of his death I just want to say that Jay Bennett is somebody I sort of forgot about in the last several years. The unfortunate thing for his legacy is that he will always be remembered primarily (in the public eye at least) as the guy who Jeff Tweedy kicked out of Wilco in a very public way. That’s really sad for Bennett and for Tweedy because it doesn’t really all seem to have been as black and white as that. As someone who played in a few bands back in the day, I can bear witness to the messiness of intra-band relationships. Great friendships and creative partnerships can become strained over the weirdest and most unexpected things, and the blame is never quite so clear cut as it seems to the onlooker.
It’s really sad that the last word on Bennett’s life was that lawsuit against Tweedy. It makes Bennett look like a jerk and a sore loser, but I don’t really think that’s true or appropriate. I think you had a guy reaching to keep his dreams alive when hefty medical bills threatened to destroy everything he had. It’s just speculation on my part, but Bennett never seemed to harbor all that much bitterness toward Tweedy after he was kicked out of Wilco, and I want to think that although his motives may not have been the purest they nevertheless seemed necessary and inevitable to a guy who had fallen on extremely hard times.
Anyway, not to dwell too much on all that stuff, I just wanted to post a little tribute to the late, great Jay Bennett, a musician and artist whose legacy is far greater than the credit he is likely to get. All you really have to do is read the liner notes to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot to see that he co-wrote 8 of the 11 songs on there and all you need to do is read this article to see that he contributed greatly to the sound of the album. The popular accounts all say it was a Tweedy/O’Rourke affair, but I sometimes wonder if that’s overdoing it a bit?
Bennett was a major creative force behind two other great records in Wilco’s catalog, Being There and Summerteeth, and there’s no doubt he made significant contributions to the Mermaid Avenue records as well. One can easily make the case that Wilco’s first great period ended with Bennett’s departure.
All in all, my favorite Wilco w/ Bennett work is the group of demos recorded for Yankee Hotel Foxtrot. Since Bennett later recorded versions of many of these songs himself, it’s safe to say that he carried much of the songwriting duties. Personal favorites are “Cars Can’t Escape”, “Venus Stopped the Train”, and “Alone (Shakin’ Sugar)”, although there are several others that are worth hearing.
Here’s a few other interesting Bennett links:
Impromptu “Department Store” Interview with Bennett a few months after leaving Wilco - most moving is his tribute to Ken “I Was Wilco’s First Drummer” Coomer, with Bennett regretfully admitting the part he played in showing Coomer (apparently a good friend) the door
Download full album Whatever Happened I Apologize (free and legal) – just released it this year too, pretty good record
21 Reasons Why Jay Bennett Should Be Back In Wilco - interesting facts here, they claim Bennett is responsible for the melody of the awesome “California Stars”
Last of all, I’ll close with an upbeat little rarity of Bennett’s from back in the day, the silly little song “Junior.” To me, there’s nothing finer to close a tribute to the guy than to say that here was a man who never took himself too seriously, a guy who did it all for the joy of rock and roll, and a guy who I pray will rest in peace.

I got turned onto Holiday after I downloaded “Strange Powers” for free somewhere. In case you haven’t heard, “Strange Powers” is one of the best indie-pop songs ever written, and someday it will get its own much-deserved write-up on here. But I will cease with the clap-clap for “Strange Powers” and simply sing the album’s praises overall. Holiday is a magnificent, trippy ride through a sugar-coated pop world. Most of the songs here are in the major key, so there’s nothing too ironic about calling the record Holiday, because in 36 minutes it leaves you with a nice sense of euphoria. “Desert Island” opens the record in highly lo-fi fashion, fuzzy guitars, ethereal vocals, woody percussive effects, and casio keyboard tones filling out a jam-packed mix. The musical mix is so thick that the lyrics never get a chance to leave a huge impression, but as with most Magnetic Fields songs it is worth listening a little closer to make them out in all of their hilarity, clarity, and sincerity. “Deep Sea Diving Suit” continues in similar fashion, starting to say something of Stephen Merritt’s overall aesthetic, as if he’s sifting the goof out of They Might Be Giants’ quirky novelties. “Strange Powers,” as already mentioned, is transcendent, hitting your ears with the same magic that Graceland-era Paul Simon hit them in the eighties. Merritt delivers some of his strongest images lyrically, and the music is lush and dreamy.
MURMUR gets it right by starting out with the song that helped define a genre. Look up “college rock” in the dictionary and you’re likely to find “see RADIO FREE EUROPE.” It’s a marvelous piece of work, and the band’s restrained, confident take on the album version easily outdoes the rushed take on the early single version. The good news is that the restraint and confidence continues throughout the album, from the triumphant “Catapult” to the pensive “Talk About the Passion.” Still, there’s something of the post-punk fervor of the band’s roots hidden just below the mix. In true REM fashion, the songs are restrained because the band are holding back like true southern gentlemen. The revelatory issue is that MURMUR might have been a vastly different album if it weren’t for the fellows making the music. MURMUR is a rare debut – it serves as a sort of launch point for everyone of the styles the band would later explore.
I have a soft spot for good instrumental rock, which probably explains why I don’t listen to much jazz or classical music. Boundless & Starstruck was a one-off non-profit benefit project from musical renaissance man Kevin Ratterman, probably best known as the drummer for Louisville ambient-core stalwarts Elliott. Boundless is a pretty good indication of what Ratterman brought to that band. From what I can tell, he was probably one of the two main architects of the band’s unique sound, and this record serves to document his ideas in their pre-False Cathedrals form.
There’s not much I can say about Will Oldham of Louisville that hasn’t already been said. He’s managed to build a strong career by releasing engimatic and expertly crafted records of poignant not-quite-freak-folk and alt-alt-country. Back in the day, I was a high school freshman shopping at ear X-tacy and decided to pick up Palace Brothers’ Days In the Wake (then untitled, sporting only a poorly lighted portrait of who could only be Oldham). I liked it (it will one day get its own memoir here), so I picked up Viva Last Blues when it debuted just a few months later and I liked it too.
Winnipeg’s
Key Principles is one of those albums that gradually knocks my socks off, if one can gradually have one’s socks knocked off. The lyrics so strong, the songs so captivating, the performances loose but full of conviction, Nathan is the kind of band that deserves worldwide fame and glory. I have a sad feeling that they’ll never achieve the kind of fame they really deserve, but really that’s ok. It gives me the opportunity to introduce them to others on a one-on-one basis, which is really the kind of exposure that does them justice. But the great news is that they have a strong back catalogue, and thus I have a feeling that I have found a stalwart of a band, one that won’t likely let me down in the years to come with each subsequent offering.
This little gem from 1993 is about the closest anyone came in Louisville in the early 90′s to achieving the “alternative” sound that was gripping the nation and catapulting bands onto MTV over night. Don’t hold that against it, though. The influences are all obvious enough, and the youthful angst here deserves a capital “A.” But Lather’s only full length record (it’s really a long EP and a short EP thrown together in one collection) deserves mention because of a handful of positive qualities: dueling vocals, strong power pop melodies, and adept musicianship.