By Jef With One F
By Rocks Off
By Chris Lane
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
By Angelica Leicht
By Corey Deiterman
As befits the melancholy occasion, Escalante's home stereo is playing some soft and sad piano music, which sounds very much like the stuff you might hear in the background on Behind the Music as Angus Young reminisces on the death by vomit of Bon Scott. Living up to their reputations as beer snobs, each member has brought a six-pack of imported and microbrewed beer, and when Racket helps himself to a Shiner Summer Stock, one Suspect expresses surprise that such a humble brand has been brought to the chat.
Escalante switches off the stereo as Suspects Claudio Depujedas (drums), Bill Grady (guitar), Alan Hernandez (guitar) and Steve Ruth file in. Bandmate Joe Cote (keyboards) is dialed up in Atlanta on the speakerphone, and chimes in Charlie's Angels-style from time to time. Trombonist Ryan Gabbart comes in later.
"Man, we've been so over for at least five years," says Grady. Of course, he's speaking less of his band specifically than of his beloved ska. Grady is the ska champion in the band, the historian who can tell you all about the Kingston scene circa 1972, when ska's tight grooves were loosening into reggae. He bemoans the fact that not one ska band was invited to last year's South by Southwest. But he also cites aging, time constraints, family pressures and internal disinterest among the reasons that the almost nine-year-old band is shutting down.
Mainly, though, it's just that nobody on earth (except for Grady) likes ska anymore. "I like ska still," he says. "That makes me unique in this band."
His bandmates laugh, but it's true. Most of them aren't ska fanatics by any means -- indeed, many of them never were. Various band members come from funk, acid jazz, lounge and punk pedigrees. "I've always said that when you're a musician, you are what you eat. And the Suspects are a big-ass buffet," adds Grady.
Looking back on the smorgasbord of memories, the band remembers its first and second CD release shows as highlights. Out-of-town gigs also provide a source of merriment. The Suspects remember the small towns they played with the most fondness; small-town crowds aren't as jaded as those in the big cities, they explain. Escalante says that the teenybopper pandemonium in Wausau, Wisconsin, was like cheesehead-style Beatlemania.
Closer to home, there was Lufkin.
"Lufkin," says Grady, pausing to swill some Fat Tire. "One of the all-time best and worst shows ever."
"The best because it was the worst," says Hernandez.
"Before the show, we were looking at this heavy metal homage on the wall, all these pictures of some awful-looking spandex metal band," Hernandez continues. "It looked like they did the pictures at Glamour Shots. And Joe was like, 'God, this is just horrible. Look at those idiots.' And then the owner of the club comes up behind us and says, 'That was my band.' "
"There was all that fog and that crazy guy on the front row who looked like the banjo player out of Deliverance," remembers the disembodied voice of Cote.
"It was this heavy metal club," says Ruth. "There were all these mirrors on the walls, all that cheesy metal crap. Heavy metal bars always have the best sound systems, though. The best sound and the worst clientele."
"The sound man got on stage with us and played a soprano saxophone, a Kenny G. sax," Escalante says. "And he had the Kenny G. look and everything. He had the long, curly hair on one side, all that."
Before the night was over, Grady had drunkenly and good-naturedly pile-drived a female Lufkinite. "That was the funniest thing I've ever seen," says Escalante. "It was better than Andy Kaufman."
The rest of the band's relations with women were not always so violent. There was the time that a Suspect (who shall remain anonymous) was approached by a gorgeous groupie at Fitz's with an offer his bandmates would not let him refuse. "My friend and I flipped a coin over who gets to spend the night with you," she purred. "And I won."
"I was like, 'Dude, you're having a rock star moment. There's no way you can't go home with her,' " says Escalante.
"And that was the only time in eight years that any Suspect ever got some action," Grady notes dryly.
Not that Grady doesn't have his own libidinous stories of rock stardom to tell. But as with the Piney Woods woman he suplexed, his tend to end in mayhem. "I broke up with my long-term girlfriend and got together with a short-term girlfriend," he says. "We broke up, and I got back with the long-term girl again, and then the short-term girl made a comeback. I ended up sleeping with both of them on the same day."