'I don't need anyone, and these days, I feel like I'm fading away' - 20 years of 'Recovering The Satellites' by Counting Crows
Everything, eventually, celebrates some kind of ‘milestone’
anniversary.
Things turn 10. Then they turn 20. And because everyone
loves nostalgia, it’s become popular among internet music writers to go back
and revisit specific albums on milestone anniversaries to discuss what the
album in question has meant for them personally throughout their life, as well
as to reevaluate the merit it may or may not still have.
Since the beginning of the year, I’ve had a running list
saved as a sticky note on the desktop of my computer titled ‘20th
anniversary think pieces,’ and I’ve done a pretty terrible job of keeping up
with it. I blame that mostly on my former job writing for two newspapers (which
made me not want to write once I got home) as well as my somewhat debilitating
depression (which has always been a problem, but was exacerbated by working for
the paper.)
I should probably be honest and realize that some of these
on this list, I’m not going to get to—like ATLiens
by Outkast, which turned 20 back in August. An important record in their
developing career, I arrived, like 19 years late to the game on that one and am
probably not qualified to write anything of value about it.
Tori Amos’ weighty third album, Boys for Pele, is another one that’s been on the list, which am
maybe slightly more qualified to talk about—I was always aware of it growing up
in the mid-1990s, but didn’t hear it for the first time until 2002 when I
immersed myself in her catalog. It stood out mostly because of how strange it
is, its length, as well the cohesion Amos created throughout the album.
Also, “Hey Jupiter” is one of the best songs she’s ever
written.
2016 is nearly over, and these commemorative thinkpieces
aren’t going to write themselves. So as I sit here on my day off from my new
job, I thought I should try to tackle one that is coming up on its 20th
anniversary next month and has been on the list since the beginning of the
year. It’s an album that I have, some how, carried with me into adulthood.
On October 13th, 1996, I stood in a Target store,
clutching a copy of Counting Crows’ Recovering
The Satellites, the band’s sophomore album, set to be released the next
day. I found it in a brown cardboard box that had been left in the
entertainment department—the box itself included all of the Tuesday new
releases.
I was, like, 13 at the time—an overweight eighth grader, and
chances are I probably had money to buy it, but was more than likely not
allowed. That was a common occurrence throughout my formative years—I would be
in trouble for my grades in school, or something else, and would be barred from
buying anything with my allowance.
I eventually went on to buy the album with my
after-Christmas money, and because I was still young, and didn’t really know
how to listen to music the right way yet, I only listened to the album’s
singles—“Angels of The Silence,” “Daylight Fading,” and of course, the
ubiquitous “A Long December.”
I was a fan of the band—I had spent many an afternoon three
years earlier seeing the video for “Mr. Jones” on heavy rotation on MTV, and
would continue to be a fan of the band through the release of their 1999
effort, This Desert Life.
When I was a senior in high school, I wound up rediscovering
Recovering The Satellites. I wish I
could remember why, or what prompted me to really dive into the album from
start to finish, but I can’t. I just have a vague memory of driving through a
backroad in the darkness, listening to “Goodnight Elisabeth” at full volume in
the old white mini-van I drove after getting my license.
For an album that has cemented itself into my life for 20
years, I suppose I would say I am fairly well versed at it, however, to prepare
myself for writing another commemorative thinkpiece, I sat down and listened to
it from start to finish yesterday afternoon and I was pleasantly surprised by
how well a majority of it has held up over all this time.
Sonically, it’s like a night and day difference between the
band’s debut August and Everything After
and Recovering The Satellies. Perhaps
the idea of ‘music production’ came a long way in three years. or perhaps
ditching T.Bone Burnett for Gil Norton served the band well in this instance.
Structured around loud, ringing, crunchy electric guitars, the album attempts
to, and succeeds in most cases, capture an unhinged urgency that is remarkably
still present in the music today.
Volatile, dark, tortured, and paranoid—most people probably
don’t think of those words when they think of Counting Crows, as well as their
dreadlock’d lead singer Adam Duritz. They probably think of him, dancing around
in a fringed jacket in the “Mr. Jones” video, or they think of the band’s later
and more insufferable material, like their insipid cover of “Big Yellow Taxi.”
Or that song from the Shrek
movie.
However, Recovering
The Satellites is an incredibly volatile record. The band members
themselves sounds like they are playing for their lives at certain points, and
Duritz sings like he needs to get
these songs out of him. Songs like “Angels of The Silence” and “I’m Not Sleeping”
have an incredibly raw, visceral feeling to them—like they are on the verge of
collapsing under their own weight and ambitions.
Arriving at an even 14 songs and clocking in around an hour,
very little of Recovering The Satellites
is unsuccessful, and as my recent listen indicated, the record only begins to
lose steam near the end, before it’s saved by “A Long December” and the album’s
epilogue, the short, acoustic “Walkaways.”
By 1996, Duritz was already some kind of adult-oriented
alternative rock lothario, having bedded two of the three cast members of the
show “Friends.” He’s always been a pussy hound (he probably still is) and his
muse for this album is the torment that comes out of his failed relationships.
“All of a sudden she
disappears—just yesterday she was here,” he sings as the album’s opening
line in “Catapult,” the song that begins the album’s nearly flawless seven-song
run. It seems like a long stretch to not have any points that falter, but
somehow Duritz and company managed to pull it off—from bombastic, frustrated
angst of “I’m Not Sleeping,” to the pensive, somber reflections of “Goodnight
Elisabeth,” the sweeping, epic grandeur of “Children in Bloom,” and the
ramshackle self-aware caterwauling of “Have You Seen Me Lately?”
The album doesn’t really “fall apart” per se in the second
half, though the pacing changes drastically beginning with “Miller’s Angels,” a
song that was said to have been written for the Sean Penn drama The Crossing Guard, but was rejected by
producers. The songs’ infamous coda was written after the fact for the
inclusion on the record.
Other latter material that hasn’t quite aged as gracefully
include the meandering “Mercury,” the mostly forgettable “Another
Horsedreamer’s Blues,” and the bland “Monkey,” which does, however, include a
very early shout out to Ben Folds, in a pre-Whatever
and Ever Amen world.
This album, and the band, are probably best known for “A
Long December.” It’s one of their best, and despite its wordless refrain,
Duritz really hits his stride at using evocative language in painting his
picture. Yes, the “all a lot of oysters
but no pearls” is a little cloying, but the “smell of hospitals in winter” line has always hit me hard, as well
as the winter making you laugh a little slower and talk a little lower.
When it was released, Recovering
The Satellites was an emotionally charged album and even with the passage
of time, that emotion still resonates loudly. Following their successful run in
the 1990s, the band remains together and tours regularly. They’ve released four
additional albums since the beginning of the 2000s, one of which was a
collection of covers. Like many “alternative” outfits that found success during
this time period, they have yet to recapture that success as popular tastes change, but have somehow managed to remain relevant for a specific audience.
In 2016, it’s not “cool” to like the Counting Crows. I’m not
sure if it was ever cool. But they’re a band that made three really great
albums in a six year span of time—albums that I’ve managed to hang onto into my
adult life. It’s not like I sit down and listen to these as much as I did when
I was a teenager, or even in my early 20s. But as it approaches its 20th
anniversary, Recovering The Satellites
proved to be an album worth revisiting. It captures a moment in time—both for
the band, who were trying to grow into a louder sound, and for Duritz, who was
struggling with his newfound fame. It also captures moments in time for me,
when it was a record that I turned to during various points in my life. Self aware, self effacing, tormented to the
point of rolling your eyes, loud, fragile, and at times, even fun, Recovering The Satellites remains a high
mark for the band as well as music of this ilk during this era.
Hey, great poorly written thinkpiece!!! First time I saw Counting Crows was in November '95 when they initially rolled out most of the tracks on this album. Didn't make for a great show, as no one was familiar with all the new songs, but they threw in a few of the August & Everything After tracks, so that was cool.
ReplyDeleteSaw on Twitter tonight where Adam had stacks of RTS on vinyl he was signing for a show, made me remember the hand drawn looking pic of him flipping the bird on the inside of the disc, so I was doing an image search to find that, and I think you're the only one who has it posted!!! I usually try and do my own version of the picture when I get junk mail with postage paid return envelopes and send that to 'em :Þ
hey thanks for reading this/finding it online. and thanks for telling me this had been reissued on LP. i had no idea.
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