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(l-r) Baldes, Bell and Pauley. Photo:
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Work
It
Longtime power-pop trio the Day
Jobs have finally moved into the world of recorded product—and
hope to become all they wanted to be
By Kirsten Ferguson
Posted
on a Web site for disillusioned young professionals (www.dayjob.com)
is this epigram from Nobel Laureate poet Octavio Paz: “Beyond
myself/somewhere/I wait for my arrival.” The stanza has significance
for those in the workforce who bemoan the soul-crushing nature
of modern cubical life; it describes the period of restless
waiting (also known as having a “day job”) before personal
success and fulfillment finally arrives.
The term “day job” has a negative connotation these days,
since it often refers to the sort of meaningless toil that
tides people over until they can get paid for doing what they
actually enjoy. No one ever aspired to collate copies for
a living, but minus a trust fund, every aspiring artist/writer/musician
has to pay the rent somehow.
Just ask the Day Jobs—an Albany power-pop trio who are well
aware that their name holds a certain degree of irony. By
giving your band such a moniker, you’re admitting that modern
rock life has more to do with overnight shifts at Kinko’s
than it does with the “rock & roll Babylon” mythology
that many of us grew up with in the 1970s (you know, Mick
Jagger, groupies and Mars Bars). “In one sense, the name is
a way of showing solidarity with other bands who are in the
same situation,” acknowledges Day Jobs frontman Rich Baldes.
At the same time, it’s no secret that most musicians would
jump at the chance to make their band a full-time profession.
“Part of the irony of our name is that I’ve always considered
the relevant portion of my life to be playing songs and writing
music,” adds Baldes, who formed the Day Jobs in 1999 following
stints as a sideman in other area bands like the Explosives,
the VodkaSonics and the Staziaks.
“If
the right opportunity came up, I’d love to make this my day
job,” interjects Day Jobs drummer Dan Bell, who previously
made a name for himself as the hard-hitting drummer in the
now-defunct Lughead. Former Lughead and Bloom bassist Mike
Pauley now rounds out the Day Jobs lineup (which occasionally
becomes a four-piece, depending on whether an extra guitarist
is recruited to play live).
Since their formation, the Albany trio frequently kick off
their bristling live sets with “Day Job.” You could call it
their theme song: Over the insistent beat, Baldes spews humorous
invective for all the “ditch digging/corn shucking/toilet
scrubbing” indignities of a day job. During the chorus he
asks, “Why can’t I be like I wanted to be/How I wanted to
be?” It’s a line we’ve all probably heard in our own heads
before. At what point does reevaluating your aspirations become
giving up on your dreams? “That song came to me on the bus,”
Baldes explains. “I wrote that song on the bus on the way
to work to a job I wasn’t enjoying.”
Appropriately enough, the Day Jobs have named their new debut
album How I Wanted to Be. Written in the past tense,
the title indicates that the dream may be gone. In talking
to the band about their new recording, however, the Day Jobs
exude a level of optimism that indicates the dream may be
just starting. “We finally have a recording. This has been
the one hurdle we’ve had to get over,” Baldes says, describing
a multiyear process that found the band refining, recording,
scrapping and then rerecording songs at DMS Studio in Clarksville.
“I
think it’s taken close to three years,” Bell adds.
For some fans who know the band’s song material from live
shows, the long wait for a Day Jobs recording may have been
a bit puzzling. Named the Capital Region’s “best pop band”
two years in a row in Metroland, the Day Jobs have
been called the area’s most “criminally underrecorded” band
on more than one occasion. Their songs are wound up in a brisk
power-pop framework, but Baldes clearly has a gift for lyrical
and highly melodic songwriting.
Although Baldes rubs his fingers together to indicate that
money (or lack thereof) was a factor in the recording process
taking so long, one suspects that there were elements of perfectionism
at work as well. “We wanted to do it at a good studio,” Baldes
explains. “As money would come up, we’d work on it. It ended
up taking longer than we’d planned. But it was worth the extra
time and money. While the whole recording was going on, there
was always a sense of anticipation. We were always looking
forward to when it would be finished. One of the benefits
of the time we took was that it gave us a lot of time to be
critical of what we were doing. Because we weren’t in an enormous
rush, I think the outcome was better.”
Now that the album is finished, the band view the recording
as an opportunity to up their profile. They’ve been critically
acclaimed in these parts, but as many local bands know, that
doesn’t necessarily translate into whopping attendance at
gigs. “Hopefully the CD will bring more people out to shows,”
says Pauley.
“I
think the more people know the songs, the more people will
want to see us,” Baldes says. “I think the CD will make people
want to see us. We’re just hoping that people will like the
songs. If anything good will happen, it will happen from that.”
The Day Jobs will celebrate the release of their debut CD
How I Wanted to Be at Valentine’s on Saturday (June
28). Also on the bill are area singer-songwriter Brian Bassett
and Boston bands the Brett Rosenberg Problem and the Rudds.
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ROUGH
MIX
WHO
FIRED ROGER RABBIT? It’s not often that someone
leaves their longtime band stating, “I’m just glad I
don’t have to wear a bunny suit any more.” Well, those
very words left Rob Skane’s lips while discussing
his departure from garage-band freaks the Lawn Sausages.
Skane performed sizzling guitar work for the group,
and, at times, dressed to resemble cute and cuddly farm
animals. He wasn’t alone in this, as the rest of the
group costume up every chance they get. Most people
don’t know them in their street clothes, as a matter
of fact. But Skane would sneak out on stage in plain
clothes on occasion. Perhaps this was a factor in the
rift.
Skane continues on with his many singer-songwriter gigs,
performing his trademarked “garage-folk-rocknroll music”
(it’s “garage-folk-rocknroll music for hangovers” when
he performs those morning coffeehouse sets), and getting
notice from various media outlets. Indie-music magazine
and tape label BlissAquamarine.net, for one, has included
a few of Skane’s songs from his SelfNoise album
on its compilation tape for July, and, he was recently
a featured artist on Capital News 9. He’ll perform two
morning shows this weekend: one at Beanheads in Cambridge
on Saturday (June 28) and another at the Niskayuna Starbucks
on Sunday (June 29). You can search out more Skane info
at robskane.net.
IN
A (HOPEFULLY) UNRELATED NOTE: Art Fredette, an ongoing
member of the Lawn Sausages, will close the doors
of his Troy establishment, Artie’s Lansingburgh Station,
after this weekend. So head there to see Rocky Velvet
and the Lawn Sausages (Friday) and Niki
Lee and Mass Chaos (Saturday), and help Artie close
another bar. But, keep your eyes peeled, as he’s already
plotting his next gin joint in the Collar City.
STAR
QUALITY: Local pop celebrities gone national, Count
the Stars, just keep on rising. From their humble
Delmar beginnings, the band have gone and gotten signed,
toured extensively, and have seriously increased their
visibility. One example: Count the Stars now have a
video on MTV.com— it’s for their single “Taking It All
Back,” from their Victory debut Never Be Taken Alive.
The band also are planning another whopper of a tour,
so head to countthestars.com to stay informed.
YOU
DON’T HAVE TO GO HOME: Instead, you can revel in
The After Hours—by the end of the summer, anyway.
That’s the scheduled release date of area hardcore act
Last Call’s first full-length, which they’ll
follow up with a tour. If, however, you can’t wait that
long, you can catch a sneak preview tomorrow (Friday,
June 27) when the boys do their thing at Valentine’s
with Scissorfight, the Bruise Bros. and Great Day for
Up.
—Kate
Sipher
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