But Germ was not merely a store. It also served as a
community forum that hosted musical events, conferences, readings, art shows,
and it served as a place to meet different types of people with a tremendous
range of ideologies. As I became a regular presence there I got to know the
owner, David E. Williams, who had taken up the mantle after Germ’s founder,
Jennifer Bates, died in 2007. I’m sorry to say that I never knew Bates
personally. From what I’ve heard about her, she sounds like a true visionary.
I was somewhat surprised to learn that David E. Williams is
a musical artist of international renown who has been practicing his art for
decades. He was gracious enough to give me some of his CDs and I have been a
fan ever since. He is a man with a piano and a unique vocal style. His lyrics
are dark, humorous, passionate, and enlightening all at once.
Sadly, in 2011, Germ closed its doors due to a number of
reasons. The whole story of Germ is one that is worth telling, but it is not my
story to tell. However, I can verify that its brief existence had a profound
impact on a number of people, myself included. I continue to maintain regular
contact with David E. Williams, and that is who I want to talk about today. Recently
Mr. Williams released his first full length album in four years entitled Trust
No Scaffold Built of this Bone. When I heard that he was planning to release
something new, I mentioned that I’d like to review it, or better yet, interview
him. He seemed receptive to the idea.
After the album came out I spent several months listening to
it, and we finally got around to conducting the interview over a series of
emails. What follows is our dialogue (the first interview I’ve conducted since
my journalism class in college):
Me. Given that some of the readers of my blog may be
unfamiliar with your work, how would you describe what you do in your own
words? I mean, do you classify yourself under a particular genre or scene or
tradition of music?
DEW. A lot of the genres with which I'm associated did not
even exist when I first started writing and recording my own songs. Even goth
wasn't a term that was bandied about in the late 80's. People would say
"postpunk." The first review of my first EP in 1987 compared me to
Syd Barrett and Warren Zevon, which are almost unimaginable comparisons today.
I think of myself in the troubadour model, basically,
singing my songs and playing my instrument. I think of myself much more as a
songwriter than as a musician, although it's fun to act like a musician on
other people's projects.
An early reviewer called me "Barry Manilow's evil
twin." That's obviously someone trying to be funny, but it's more accurate
than a comparison to Death in June or something like that. Maybe I'm closer to
a Billy Joel than Barry Manilow. Cue the sound of a million pages of your blog
clicking off now!
Me. I can see arguments for either side of the Barry-Billy
question... So you have released a new CD, Trust No Scaffold Built of this
Bone, which came out in May. Are you taking any new approaches in terms of
style or songwriting?
DEW. The new CD is a further walk down a theme in the form
of a question. Can David E. Williams write and sing a good David E. Williams
song that is not about leukemia or stealing medicine from an epileptic? Can I,
in fact, find the essential truth in almost any subject, like William Carlos
Williams with his wheelbarrows and plums. Peanuts, candy, a dog and a bird.
Those are all really good things. "Quackadoodledoo" is a funny
onomotopoeia for us humans, but it's really the language of life. For many
humans, in fact, it is the very sound of the food we eat. And it's important to
remember that food consists mainly of the same elements that appear in bodily
waste. That's so simple and so obvious, but so ignored. And why?
After my grieving survivor album, Every Missing Duck is a Duck Missed, I wasn't quite sure what there was left to write about. A
customer at Germ told me that puns were the language of alchemy and then I
thought a little bit about puns that are two, three, four and five times
removed from their original source -- puns on puns on puns on puns, with the
first couple of puns missing. It may sound stupid, but, you know, there are
still some literature professors out there who are probably trying to defend Burroughs
and his cutup nonsense.
As for the music on this record, it is probably worth noting
that most of these songs were written on piano, but a very conscious effort was
made to not have them recorded as "piano songs with a dude singing."
There is some of that, but in most instances, they are refigured into synth
pop, polka, the rest of it.
Me. That's interesting, in particular the idea of puns on
puns on puns. Some of your lyrics have the feeling that some kind of inside
joke is involved. When I think of your recent work there seems to be a more
personal quality, as opposed to your earlier CDs in which a lot of the songs
tell fictional stories (assuming that stealing medicine from an epileptic is
fictional). Compare, for instance the difference between Hope Springs a Turtle
and Every Missing Duck is a Duck Missed. "Trust No Scaffold" also seems very
personal. As such, I think your songwriting tends to be more contemplative and
less cynical. Would you agree with this?
DEW. Well, a story song is only less personal in the manner
that a short story might seem intrinsically less personal than a poem. Some
people enjoy the naughty story part of my catalog to the point of using them as
pornography. On the other hand, it is probably difficulty to find a song
anywhere that is as naked and confessional as "Here Comes the Cold
Narrator." I think I can say that objectively; I'm not bragging, because
perhaps naked confessionalism is not the be all/ end all that doctrinaire naked
confessionalists seem to think it is.
Me. Being sort of a full-time naked confessionalist myself I
can understand the temptation to elevate that particular form of expression.
Maybe it was an underlying motivation to do so in my last question. What about
domesticity? On "Trust No Scaffold" there is a song about picnics, there's
"Closet" which is sort of a Williams Carlos Williams-esque pastiche
of scenes in a house, and there's the line from “Peanuts, Candy, a Dog and a
Bird” that goes, "Tables ain't no places for a couch-fighting man"
(one of my favorites), all of which point to domestic life, in my opinion. Is
this a new theme?
DEW. Look, I'm as dug into naked confessionalism as the next
guy, obviously -- Plath, Joy Division, me, on and on and on. But there is also
the great T.S. Eliot quote about poetry being an escape from emotion rather
than an expression of emotion. And confessionalism done poorly comes
dangerously close to "identity" art -- the worst of the worst!
As for domesticity, those images were not consciously
implanted, but hey, you certainly found them. Perhaps it's further worth
noticing domesticity depicted as terrorist and jailer, with for instance,
"Turn Off All the Very Hot Things."
Finally, I like that image of the "couch-fighting
man," I always see it in my head, some Don Quixote with a sword fighting a
couch that ever eludes him. That's the sort of thing that's funny to me.
Me. Huh. I had a very different interpretation of
"couch-fighting man." I was imagining The Couch as an arena in which
the fight occurs. Yours is funnier. I'm glad you brought up "Turn Off All
the Very Hot Things." After first listening to the new CD it stood out to
me the most. It's the last song on the album and makes for a powerful
conclusion as the music cuts out but President Nixon continues speaking and
concludes his point about never giving up. At the beginning of the song, your
lyrics are about fearing technology. Do you see Nixon and the song's narrator
as holding rival opinions?
DEW. I also like "Turn Off All the
Very Hot Things." Almost to the point where I dare not dissect the gossamer
that binds the heat fear part with the Nixon part. As they said on Seinfeld,
one doesn't dissect gossamer! Civilians and outsiders could probably draw some
comparisons between the singer's neuroses and those that civilians and
outsiders usually attribute to Nixon. That is absolutely not a connection that
I was trying to create. Whatever you think of his politics, Nixon's speech here
is fabulous, with a transcendent humanity unthinkable in the cardboard cutouts
that have come after him.
Me. Changing gears here, you have two
prominent guest vocalists Lloyd James from Naevus and Andrew King, a former
member of Sol Invictus who released an incredible solo album last year. How did
you come to work with them, and what was it like?
DEW. I've known both of them since Lloyd
invited me to play at a small club with Naevus and Andrew King in London in
2002. We've done all kinds of things together over the years-- they were both
on the DEW tribute album, I've played on two or three Naevus songs (live and on
CD); Andrew even had a live a cappella performance and art show at Germ in
2005, when it was on Girard Avenue. We made it part of the Fringe Festival that
year.
Me. Dang. I hadn't found my way to Germ yet
in 2005. Andrew King is really a fantastic singer. I'd love to see him live. "Trust No Scaffold" was released by Old Europa Cafe, an Italian record label that
has put out a couple of other CDs by you. I understand you have a following
Europe. Do you have a sense of how your European fan base compares with its
American counterpart?
DEW. The fan base in Europe is small, but
not as small as in the US, where it is smaller. Subtract Philadelphia and we're
talking even smaller.
Me. We are the few, the proud, and the
privileged. Speaking of privileged, I'd like to thank you so much, David, for
agreeing to this interview.
Trust No Scaffold Built of this Bone is
available for purchase from Mr. Williams’ web site, along with a number of
other David E. Williams releases.
The cover of Trust No Scaffold Built of this Bone |