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Until late last year, things were really sucking for the Bottle Rockets. Their last release, 1999's Brand New Year (Doolittle/Universal), had sporadic moments of brilliance, but its shiny hard-rock licks and greasy power-boogie jams couldn't hide the uneven songwriting and production. The band was warring with Doolittle (its third label in less than a decade), which was pushing for a glossier, more radio-friendly sound. Before signing with Doolittle, they'd been picked up and summarily dropped by Atlantic, which had more or less ignored them anyway. "We were bound and determined to sign with every bad label in America," singer-guitarist Brian Henneman says dryly.
Burned out, bummed out and officially jaded, the Bottle Rockets faced an uncertain future. Two years after the release of Brand New Year, the Festus, Missouri, natives had about half an album's worth of new songs but no record deal and no real direction. Then suddenly last summer, inspiration struck.
"I was sitting on the porch with Tom [Parr], our guitarist, and we were bitching about all the tribute albums that had come out," Henneman recalls. "We were, like, 'Where's Doug Sahm's?' We're waiting, waiting, waiting, and it never happened -- or if it did, it wasn't to any level that we ever heard of it. We thought, 'This is insane!' Then we realized, holy crap, if they did make a Doug Sahm tribute album, they'd never ask us to be on it because our love of Doug is pretty stealthy; you couldn't really tell that he was one of our top five influences. So we thought, well, maybe we could do it. Of course, we'd been drinking."
A couple of nights later, drummer Mark Ortmann called Henneman, who recounted the drunken conversation on the porch. To his surprise, Ortmann ran with the idea. "Mark is the guy in the band who makes shit happen," Henneman explains. "We would have been content to just laugh it off, but then Mark started making phone calls. The amazing part of this whole deal is that from the time we dreamed it up to the time we completed it and turned it in was a month and a half. That includes securing the record deal. By record-industry standards, that's like being shot out of a slingshot."
Bloodshot Records released Songs of Sahm on February 19. Despite its speedy turnaround, the album sounds as if the band lingered over it for years. Recorded and mixed by Lou Whitney in his Springfield, Missouri, studio, the 13 tracks reveal not only a genuine love for Sahm's music but an experimental ease, an inspired looseness that captures the spirit of the songs without copying them. Following Sahm's example, the band shifts deftly from effervescent Tex-Mex shuffles to cosmic-cowboy meanderings, Southern-fried roots rock and psychedelic country-blues. Henneman has never sung better than he does on the majestic Southern-soul anthem "At the Crossroads," his plaintive growl dipping and curling around Robert Kearns's stately Wurlitzer. And who would have ever imagined that the Bottle Rockets -- hitherto known for their John Prine-meets-Lynyrd Skynyrd blue-collar roots rock -- would make use of a clarinet, as they do on the psychedelic freak-out "Song of Everything"? But by stretching themselves to encompass Sahm's crazy, generous, genre-hopping music, the Bottle Rockets somehow tap in to their true sound, a sound that's al-ways been in them, just waiting for the chance to emerge.
Too many tribute albums devolve into rank one-upsmanship as the participants fall all over themselves trying to improve on or update the originals, add their own stamp, somehow distinguish themselves from their betters. On Songs of Sahm, the Bottle Rockets just played the songs the way they remembered them, basing their renditions on a 20-year love affair with Sahm's music. "We weren't trying to reinvent the songs," Ortmann says. "We just wanted to approach them like they were ours."
Adds Henneman: "The attitude going into this wasn't that we were going to do a Doug Sahm tribute. It was just 'Let's pick our favorite songs and do them like we wrote them.' And as far as I'm concerned, if you don't like Doug's songs, you can kiss my ass."
Choosing an album's worth of songs was the real challenge. "We narrowed it down to the songs we couldn't live without, and it was still, like, 27 or 28 songs," Henneman says. "I'm really proud of the ones we picked, because it turned out to be a great mix. But we had to divide it into genres, because Doug played every style of music there was. We had to get the psychedelic Doug, the blues Doug, the Tex-Mex Doug -- and we had to make sure that he wrote the songs, because he did a lot of covers as well."
Although Sahm is obviously the album's inspiration, the band also has Scott Taylor, Ortmann's high school English teacher, to thank. Without Taylor, who turned them on to Sahm's music and later wrote some of the Bottle Rockets' best lyrics, the whole late-'80s Midwestern alt-country phenomenon might have taken a decidedly different course. "Scott just opened our ears," Ortmann says. "We were raised on basically classic rock and maybe some country as well. He played the Replacements' 'Bastards of Young' -- he freed my mind to like music that wasn't on the radio."
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