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Weekly 11/28/11
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THE
UNCOMMON BONDS OF COMMON ROTATION
Discovering
the Truth in Lying with a Rare Folk Trio
I am riding shotgun in a rented van crawling up Fourth Avenue
with Common Rotation, a road weary L.A. folk trio who has taken
a one-day respite from supporting the Indigo Girls' American tour
to back their favorite songwriter on a stopover in New York. The
songwriter, Dan Bern, is not only one of the genre's most prolific
composers and thus the band's hero and mentor, but also its neighbor
- along with Bern's fellow movie soundtrack songster, Mike Viola
(Walk Hard and Get Him To The Greek), who lives
a few doors down. For the moment, Bern is sprawled in the back
amongst the instruments and duffel bags playing scrabble on his
smart phone; a touring ritual that I discover later over Indian
food has been going on for months between himself and members
of CR no matter where they are or the hour of the day or night.

A
mere five minutes have passed since our hurried salutations in
front of Joe's Pub near Astor Place, where the band would be playing
a set before joining Bern on stage later in the evening. Normally,
this would not be enough time to engage in a furious deconstruction
of the Woody Allen film canon; the sudden cross-dialogue of which
evokes a zeal usually found in the company of old acquaintances.
"Crimes
& Misdemeanors is the best Woody Allen movie," pronounces
the stout 34 year-old driver, Jordan Katz, Common Rotation's all-purpose
multi-tasker. Katz's proficiency on trumpet and banjo, something
he claims he picked up when the band wouldn't let him play bass
anymore, is only outdone by his more than credible maneuvering
through rush hour traffic. His bemused smile and nifty tie and
vest ensemble belies an almost wicked sense that his vehement
choice of Woody film is not altogether serious.
A
voice from behind intones, "Adam loves Celebrity!" The
Adam in question is 33 year-old Adam Busch, a slight, enigmatic
soul with a penchant to appear almost cranky enough to be lovable.
Later, while riding in an elevator, I proffer that if I were in
a band it would be Common Rotation, he leans dramatically toward
me and whispers, "Run away…fast!"
Of
course Celebrity, a film lampooning the Hollywood bullshit
machine made by a New York wise guy, would fit Busch's idiom as
part-time actor. When informed that he looked so familiar that
I was forced to remember him from an episode of the cult TV show,
"Buffy The Vampire Slayer", where he played a nerd villain, (he's
also played, among others, roles in "Grey's Anatomy" and "House")
Busch sardonically replies, "Yeah, well, everyone has met someone
who looks like me."
As
we quite literally run through everything Woody from Hannah
and Her Sisters to Match Point, Curse of the Jade
Scorpion, Love & Death (Bern's favorite) and of course
Annie Hall, a nearly apologetic voice chimes in with, "C'mon,
Manhattan." And with that, the 33 year-old soft-spoken,
bespectacled, Eric Kufs enters the fray.
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One
gets the feeling that this kind of stuff (chatting up relative
strangers before donning instruments, clearing throats and
whipping off a few ditties) happens routinely for CR; moving
from one subject to another with the kind of ease in which
they traverse the country, one town and one rented van at
a time.
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Kufs,
guitarist and part-time handler of dobro (lap-slide) duties, and
Busch, whose musical expertise ranges impressively from sax, harmonica
and glockenspiel, begin engaging in a rapid-fire Woody Allen joke-off.
I am, for the purpose of full disclosure, partly responsible for
this mess, so I gladly join in.
This
lively back and forth goes on for twenty or so blocks and a couple
of avenues as Common Rotation heads up to the offices of a rock
magazine to play live with Bern for a pod cast. One gets the feeling
that this kind of stuff (chatting up relative strangers before
donning instruments, clearing throats and whipping off a few ditties)
happens routinely for CR; moving from one subject to another with
the kind of ease in which they traverse the country, one town
and one rented van at a time.
It
is how it is done the old-fashioned way; plugging a new record,
as is "God Keeps an Open Gallery", the band's fourth and latest
full-length offering.
"Open
Gallery" unfurls much like my short time with the band, familiar
and lively; as if you've discovered something new that sounds
as comfortable as your most well worn albums. There are teary
ballads and gospel sirens, upbeat sing-a-longs and tender instrumentals,
and across them all an enviable string of memorable melodies swept
along on beds of wonderful three-part harmonies. Every note, Katz
tells me, was rehearsed and recorded in the band's living room.
"For
some of the tunes, I was set up in my bedroom with the banjo,
while Adam would be across the house laying down harmonica in
his, and Eric was in the living room playing guitar. We'd just
sort of roll out of bed, put on headphones, and start playing."
The
romantic notion of sharing suburban Los Angeles digs - Katz describes
it as a sprawling California house, circa 1906, once owned by
Gloria Swanson - brewing up the morning café, yawning out the
cobwebs and getting down to making music together is not lost
on Busch.
"Every
one of our songs is basically a search for truth," he says proudly.
"I feel like you're supposed to experience real things for people.
I take it as a responsibility to share the experience with the
audience. I would hope our live shows are always expressions of
those little private moments that are sometimes forced to play
out in public. There is nothing more fascinating than a couple
breaking up at the next table or a man going through a crisis
in an elevator; you're invested in the wellness of that individual.
Isn't that where love starts, really?"
This
search for truth is manifested in two of "Open Gallery's" first
three songs, the aptly named, "It's a Wonderful Lie" and "A Reasonable
Lie", both written by Kufs and Busch respectfully, and stark reminders
that the search could be something of a chore. This not-so coincidental
reminder is on the heels of the band's previous full-length studio
recording and de facto title of its web site; "Common Rotation
is a Lie".
So
what's all this infatuation with the truth?
"All
storytelling is a lie," Kufs weighs in. "It's always from one
perspective. Even the most even-handed documentary is going to
be in some sense coming from its own perspective. So to get to
the whole truth is in itself a wonderful lie. Adam's song deals
with what we have to tell ourselves or our friends and lovers
that gets us through; a reasonable lie."
"We
all bring ideas in," Busch adds. "Eric will come in with something
and we'll play around with it, and then Jordan might add a part,
or I'll have a lyric or musical idea. It's a group effort, but
Eric is the driving force behind Common Rotation."
Kufs
returns volley by making sure I understand that the trio's relationship,
as friends and fellow musicians, is an advantage to his compositions.
"I know which of my songs will be for the band," he states emphatically.
"Because I know what everyone can bring to them and I don't have
to say much. After all this time, they know what I'm trying to
achieve, what emotion, what theme."
"Open
Gallery" is by each member's measure, the most complete vision
of Common Rotation, yet the album is replete with guest appearances
from the aforementioned Indigo Girls, which Kufs makes sure to
mention are "the most supportive and giving artists and friends".
Contributions also include They Might Be Giants' Marty Bellar
and Daniel Weinkauf, neighbors, Dan Bern and Mike Viola, among
others.
This
atmosphere of the creative give-and-take provides the tracks of
"Open Gallery" a sense of proper contemplation; craftsmen at work,
selecting the right mood for a song, the requisite accompaniment,
the singular phrasing.
"It
was the economic realities of touring that brought us to this
self-contained sound," Busch admits. "We didn't want to create
something that the three of us couldn't perform on stage. We forced
ourselves to enhance what Eric was doing on guitar, whether it's
me and Jordon on trumpet and saxophone or adding the glockenspiel
as an undercurrent. That's why for the first time I think this
record is a proper representation of what and who were are. I
used to have to explain our records, but I just hand it to someone
now and say, 'This is us'."
This
type of "closing ranks" to produce an insular, singular sound
that translates "the truth" of the band can only come from a comfort
level provided by a solid background, relationships forged in
youth and developed somewhere between the thick and the thin;
the story of Common Rotation.
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For
Common Rotation, this is the place where it breathes, a
true band, a gathering of talents presenting its wares;
old-fashioned, uncommon, familiar.
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The
band originated first in friendship and then an uncommon bond
in musical talent. Hailing from the same neighborhood in East
Meadow, Long Island, crossing paths at Little League in middle
school to sharing an admiration for Elvis Costello, especially
Kufs and Busch, led to a songwriting kinship, a developed sound,
and the obligatory local gigs.
Soon,
Busch's acting career led the band to relocate to California,
which brought about an expansion of the act in the famed Living
Room tours of its early days when CR literally played at people's
homes, captured in Peter Stass' documentary, How To Lose, which
chronicles the trio's protest of Clear Channel's monopoly on the
musical touring market. A more old-fashioned route of record promotion
is hard to duplicate, unless one mentions the ingenious concept
of Union Maid, wherein the band set up a web site to post new
songs for fans to download for free. This
gave birth to an Internet fund-drive to help the band complete
the recording of "Open Gallery".
This
may be why a reluctant swoon into maturity, a strange seduction
with materialism and the constant specter of mortality creeps
into what Common Rotation believes is its best work; close childhood
friends, playing, struggling, growing together as a movable feast
for 20 years.
Finally
arriving at the magazine on 29th street, the band uncoils like
a machine, instruments out, tuning up, the voices warmed and ready.
Bern counts off and it is as sudden as the Woody Allen debate
in the van or the ease with which the scrabble bounces off cyberspace;
four voices meshing beneath Bern's staccato lead. "I just nod
at these guys and they go," Bern recounts when I marvel at the
relative comfort in which CR melds into his back-up unit.
Much
later, on stage at Joe's Pub, the picture is complete; the rushing
around, grabbing meals-on-the-run, the seat-of-the-pants scrabble
fades beneath the polished sheen of the music. They put it all
on display, the "private moments" in song and dialogue; witty,
wistful and harkening to the days of dust bowl troubadours or
vaudeville shtick; all of it as real as any lie.
For
Common Rotation, this is the place where it breathes, a true band,
a gathering of talents presenting its wares; old-fashioned, uncommon,
familiar.
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