Thwarted in his efforts to procure pot,
Spin Doctors frontman Chris Barron, clad in a polyester-ish ensemble of
conflicting patterns and shorn of his hippie locks, settles resignedly into a
sofa in one of the tastefully appointed conference rooms at Epic Records'
west coast offices. "Pardon me for reclining," he says, stretching out his
lanky frame as much as the short couch will allow. "I was up kinda early this
morning." Though he seems to casually revel in his impish granola-stoner
hybrid persona, moodier forces are also at work, and as Barron shifts around
on the couch, he gives off vibes that are sometimes as confusing as his garb.
Sometimes he's jocular, at others he takes off on fiery tangents about
flamenco dancing and Elvis; occasionally he lapses into interludes of
caginess. It can be a bit unsettling, but no more so than the strange career
trajectory his band's been on for the past seven years.
Two years after forming in New York
City, the Spin Doctors signed to Epic which released their debut album,
Pocket Full Of Kryptonite. Riding the waves of attention set off by "Little
Miss Can't Be Wrong," a full-on hit single both on radio and MTV, the Spin
Doctors toured relentlessly. They won over the H.O.R.D.E. crowd in 1992 and
headlined the 1993 "Alternative Nation" tour that also featured the
Screaming Trees and Soul Asylum. In spite of it all, however, their
follow-up, 1994's Turn It Upside Down didn't fare quite so well as its
predecessor. Though it sold about two million copies, compared with the six
million copies that Kryptonite sold, it was, frustratingly, perceived as a
failure. Last year Barron, drummer Aaron Comess and bassist Mark White
rallied their forces, replaced guitarist Eric Schenkman with Anthony Krizan
and set out to record their current album You've Got To Believe In
Something.
"They call it show biz, but I think it's more a of a biz show,"
Barron says, mulling over the Spin Doctors' ups and downs. "I think these days
the music industry's really into eating its young. They've got little things
that they like to do to you like 'sophomore jinx.' I mean, who makes the
sophomore jinx? It's those guys who write all those articles about it. I don't
know. The worst part of it is you have to deal with all these people who don't
care about music, who are gonna write about you or approve a budget to
advertise your record. These people don't give a shit about music. Like, if
something happens to the Spin Doctors, the president of my record company
is gonna be fine. All the people who write articles in the magazines are
gonna be fine. It doesn't mean shit to them, but for me this band's my whole
life." And certainly his life history bears out his declaration.
Barron says
his parents (who are divorced) had a lot to do with his aspirations. His
father, who's now an automotive journalist, used to be in marketing, which
had a big impact on Barron "'cause I think that's what songwriting is in a
way--you're trying to reach people, trying to figure out who people are and
talk to them." His mother is a psychotherapist who now writes a relationship
column for the Melbourne Sun-Herald in Australia. "Songs are about people,"
Barron says, "and my mom's job is about people." Though his family moved
around a lot, by the time Barron was 13 they had settled in Princeton, New
Jersey which he considers his home town. It was there, at the suggestion of
an older, cooler friend he admired, Barron bought his first rock record, the
Who's Live At Leeds (an appropriate omen for a lad whose future band would
be renowned for their relentless jamming and high energy live shows). He
attended Bennington College for about a year, where he dabbled in some
music theory courses, but then transferred to the New School For Social
Research in New York City, where he enrolled in the jazz program. Yet Barron
had no intention of pursuing jazz or delving into the academics of playing
music. Matriculating at the New School was a means to an end.
"I used to
come in to music theory class at 9 o'clock in the morning having played until
4 o'clock the night before," he recalls, "having gotten to bed when the sun
was coming up, and I was surrounded by people who had never played a gig, or
who hadn't played a gig in months. They were all bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed and I was sitting there completely burnt out. I mean, I was
there to put a band together and I did, really quickly."
Barron's
all-nighters usually involved him and his trusty guitar, and took place at
coffee houses and sleazy bars, wherever, whenever he could get a gig.
Eventually that meant between sets that his friends, the Blues Traveller
played at the Nightingale Music House in Brooklyn. After Barron assembled
the rest of the Spin Doctors, the club manager gave them their first big break
and offered them a gig before they had even recorded a demo. Their live
performances have been the backbone of their career ever since. And what is
the secret to stirring up a jam? "It's pretty intangible--what makes a good
jam," Barron says thoughtfully. "It's like, I don't know what it is, but I know
what it is when it's happening, and everybody in the room knows when it's
happening--when everybody in the room kind of looks around at each other
and you get that prickly feeling in the tips of your toes, or you just can't stop
dancing. Something deep down in your gut or in your heart or in your head.
Then it's a good jam." Though it's obviously impossible to replicate a good
live vibe in the studio, sans ambience and audience, the Spin Doctors'
recordings are nonetheless grounded in the same lively eclecticism that the
band generates on the stage. The colorful blend of pop, rock and funk is
filtered through Barron's quirky writing personality, shaped, according to
Barron, by everyone from Thomas Aquinas and William Blake to Alex Cox's
classic cult film Repo Man. You've Got To Believe In Something runs the
gamut from punchy pop to scruffier bluesy tunes and some mellower,
melancholy stretches. Barron's lyrics are as self-conscious and
contemplative as ever; a trio of songs in the middle of the album--"I Can't
Believe You're Still With Her," "She Used To Be Mine" and "She's Not
You"--comes off like a sonic triptych about the timeless twists that
romance often takes. Evident throughout is Barron's attention to detail and
tireless devotion to his art.
"For me this band's like, my whole life," he
reiterates. "It's not just my livelihood. It's like, I love this band. I lovingly
craft these songs, each one of them. I labor over each word and I labor over
every note, and the cover of the album, every detail. For this album I wrote
probably like a thousand pages of rough drafts for lyrics and songs that didn't
even end up on the record. It's hard to really care about something that other
people don't care about necessarily. But then you meet some kid, and they're
so into the music, you know? And they look up at you and they're like, 'you're
my favorite guy in the band' and some nine year old kid knows all the words
to all your songs and they look up at you and ask you for an autograph, and
you're like 'Man, this is totally worth it.'"