The Mother Hips: In This Bliss
By Dennis Cook
The first time I got up the gumption to speak to the group’s songwriter/guitarists, Tim Bluhm and Greg Loiacono, I sputtered, “In the jukebox in my head so often it’s your music that’s playing.” That spontaneous outburst encapsulates a lot about their work. It isn’t coy or clumsy. It’s meant to be enjoyed in barrooms where folks sing along. It engages you with confidence and flair, taking your hand before you even realize you wanted to dance. Ladies and gentlemen, meet The Mother Hips.
Wofchuck, Parsons, Loicano, Bluhm
Their early press repeatedly likened them to Buffalo Springfield. Bluhm snorts, “I wish we’d sounded like Buffalo Springfield! I wish we did but the fact remains that we just didn’t [laughs]. It’s so fun to try and sound like something you really like. Maybe we’ve indulged in that a little too much for some people’s liking but look at fiction. That kind of thing is happening constantly, quoting someone or using their style, like Frank Norris used Emile Zola. In the end, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll. Big deal. How far can you go away from it and still have it be rock ‘n’ roll? If you go somewhere like Brian Eno it’s cool but it’s no longer rock. We’re a rock ‘n’ roll band. We never pretended like we weren’t and always will be.”
Try as one might, it’s impossible to tie their sound directly to any particular ancestor. Drummer John Hofer offers, “We don’t have a formula. We all have really eclectic taste in music. I love George Jones AND King Crimson. It’s tough [from a marketing angle] to be in a band that has all these different things going on. As weird as it sounds – and to some people this may sound awful – it’s all in there.”
Save for the nifty Red Tandy EP last year, it’s been six years since their last studio release, The Green Hills Of Earth, a swirling, artfully constructed pop slab. In the interim, the band took a break from playing together, got day jobs, embarked on multiple side projects (many of which just reshuffled their lineup), wandered back roads and, in Loiacono’s case, had a couple kids. You can hear all that living on Kiss The Crystal Flake, released this week by NYC indie Camera Records. It’s the kind of record that’ll appeal to both Badfinger and Modest Mouse fans. Edgy, contemplative and oddly hopeful, Crystal Flake is the culmination of all the steps they’ve taken over the years.
“It’s very now. It’s the most caught-up record with where we are in time. The songs were being created while we were making the record instead of the usual road tested Mother Hips anthems we went into the studio to crank out. That helped to keep it really current,” explains Loiacono. On the album’s title, he says, “The concept behind the song ‘Wicked Tree’ is a place you can bring all your woes and dump them. The line about crystal flake just came out while I was recording it. I think it’s about being able to see and embrace what’s right in front of you. The only image I had in mind was a snowflake melting in your hand. You can’t hold onto it. You can only appreciate it while it’s here.”
This is Hoaglin’s first album as a fully credited member even though he replaced original bassist Isaac Parsons after Green Hills in 2002. He says, “We weren’t afraid to bring it forward about 10 years from what we used to do. I’ve got Utopia on my iPod. I’ve got XTC and Peter Gabriel. Though we didn’t go for the Phil Collins drum reverb [laughs]. Since the hiatus in 2004 I’ve been clamoring for new material. Obviously, I love this band but, with all due respect, how many times can you play ‘Rich Little Girl’ or ‘Later Days?’ Sitting on an album’s worth of new material has been hard. Everyone’s itching to get at it. There’s a lot of opportunities for us to reinvent the expectations of our audience. I can’t wait to play these 11 new songs over and over again this summer.”
Bluhm adds, “They weren’t groomed as live songs. Now we’re in the position of having to play them live and it’s scary. We’ve never been in that position before. It’s a whole album of material we’re trying to ram into our bones.”
“I’ve been in the band 10 years and we’ve rehearsed maybe 10 times, but we’ve played hundreds and hundreds of gigs,” observes Hofer. “When [Tim or Greg] had a new tune they’d play it in the back room together. The next thing you know we’re playing it live somewhere in Idaho. We’re not spring chickens. We all know how to play, and how to make it interesting for us, to make it challenging actually helps the music.”
The Core Dyad
“We don’t actually collaborate very much,” says Bluhm. “We have these boundaries that respect each other. We can ask each other’s opinion or supply a line here or there but we try to keep it separate for some reason. It works really well. It’s what makes a Mother Hips record interesting.” Crystal Flake showcases these two clearly defined voices, splitting the songwriting credit almost evenly where in the past Loiacono might pen just two or three songs. “Greg has really stepped out in the last five or six years. I couldn’t be happier about it. This is always what we wanted it to be” smiles Bluhm.
“We’ve never talked about it but our roles are pretty well defined,” Bluhm continues. “He’s the lead guitarist and I’m the lead singer but we support each other in those roles enough so there’s no insecurity about the other guy doing our thing. It’s allowed us to do whatever we want. With both singing and guitar, we’re extremely different. I could never play what he plays. My fingers are too big and not fast enough. I maybe try to go the other way with it. Some of it’s really simple. If someone has a clean, dry tone, the other guy will have a big, sloppy, wet tone. Again, it’s only rock ‘n’ roll.”
“There’s no rules in music but lots of times I’ll say to the bass player, ‘If I’m getting busy maybe you can stay simple, and if you’re getting busy I’ll hang back.’ Paul and I do that without having to talk about it,” offers Hofer. “Paul is one of the most incredible all-around musical talents ever. We’re just glad that we’ve got him. He produced the first two Mother Hips records and he was there when Isaac decided to quit the band. He was really already part of the band, and in that way I still sometimes feel like the new guy even though I’ve been in the band 10 years [laughs].”
Hoaglin says, “When I joined the band I went to [Hofer], physically went to him, and tried to pull him out of his high-hat staring shell. I was always watching his kick drum, his snare drum, paying attention. He’s really trying to be a bad ass on the level of Jim Keltner – to be the rock, the foundation. I don’t care where he goes. I’m going with him, and I think he knows that now.”
“Hofer’s somewhere between Bill Kreutzman [Grateful Dead] and Alan White [Yes],” adds Hoaglin. “To me, [original drummer] Mike Wofchuck was Bill Bruford, down to his snare drum sound. He has the same kind of brilliance and limitations. Hofer is the Alan White to Mike’s Bill Bruford, total stylistic opposites.”
“We don’t have to play all the time. I’d venture to say, for almost anyone, if you play too much you’re going to burn out – on the material, on the lifestyle, on performing itself. That’s definitely not happening to us because it’s exciting,” says Bluhm. “We’re at the point where we don’t need to play every night to stay well oiled. Sometimes we play better when we haven’t even seen each other for two weeks. It’s a lot of fun now.”
“In hindsight, the hiatus we took was the best thing for us,” adds Hofer. “Greg and Tim had never done anything else since they met in the dorm rooms. We never stopped appreciating it. We just took a break. I really noticed how fresh and new it all felt when we came back.”
Right now, they’re loading the tour van preparing for the bohemian lifestyle of itinerant musicians once again. “For a long time, we had a problem coming to grips with the fact that we’re hippies,” laughs Hofer. “People used to say I killed the hippy feel of the band when I joined because of Later Days [which Hofer actually likens to the Dead’s Workingman/American Beauty period]. I laugh because I love the Grateful Dead and I’m more of a hippy than the rest of those guys. There’s a lot of misinterpretations about this band and we’ve probably not helped that.”
The only definitions they seem cool with are the ones they bring in themselves, and even those hold no special attachment. The group’s identity is ever shifting, true only to immediate inspiration, and this embrace of changeability extends even to the name Mother Hips.
“I love it. The literal meaning of the words is lost. It’s just an entity in my life,” says Bluhm. “I don’t think about its origins or what it really means. It defines itself now.”
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