The Album Review Club – Week #17
Welcome Interstate Managers – Fountains of Wayne (2003)
Selected by
FogBlueInSanFran
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COVID first “hit” me on April 1, 2020, when I found out Adam Schlesinger died of it at age 52. That name doesn’t mean much to most if any of you, but he and Chris Collingwood were the driving forces behind the indomitable Fountains of Wayne, a band that can only be described as among the most wryly talented in America during the early 2000s. I’ve selected my favo(u)rite record of theirs,
Welcome Interstate Managers.
Named after a now-closed garden store called Fountains of Wayne in Wayne, New Jersey (featuring prominently -- and no doubt cheekily -- in the Sopranos episode pictured in my first clue), FoW is best known for what sounds like a novelty song -- “Stacy’s Mom”, which is on this record. The video quite famously starred Rachel Hunter (Rod Stewart’s ex-wife), pictured in my second clue.
But this band was so, so much more than that.
As with my first selection, The Replacements'
Let It Be, this record ranges through a very wide variety of musical styles: a lot of straight-ahead alt rock early on, but with several quieter pop songs later too. There’s folksy country and, for lack of a better term, 70s wocka-wocka rock.
On
WIM, as some of you noted, FoW channels The Beatles, Cheap Trick, The Cars, Steve Miller Band, Weezer . . . and another group fronted by a couple of well-known City fans.
All the way along, the writing tells satirically-observed human stories, especially regarding the joys and naivete of youth -- from the still-hungover young idiot making his way on Wall Street (“Bright Future In Sales”) to the wistful and celebrity-obsessed young construction laborer in “Hackensack”, to the young football (American football) player dreaming of glory in “All Kinds of Time”, to the young restaurant worker who sucks at her job (“Halley’s Waitress”), to the young teenagers thrilled their parents are out of town so they can swim naked and drink beer (“Fire Island”).
But unlike
Let It Be, this record is not unkempt. It’s slickly-produced, and detail-oriented. The musicianship is precise; the instruments are crisp. The vocals are pushed way forward so you pick up all the words, which are often witty, and sometimes moving. The harmonies and falsetto moments are also a huge part of the appeal.
Admittedly the record is a song or two long (I could do without “Peace and Love” and “Hung Up On You”), but I’ve infrequently listened to an album with more hooky, catchy tunes than this. It’s very hard to pick a favo(u)rite.
Depending on mood, I go back and forth between the ganja-celebratory homage to/parody of Oasis on “Supercollider”, and the pretty “Valley Winter Song” which is so evocative of January in northeast America that you can see your breath while you listen. And I don’t think many music lovers of any genre can help but sing along to “Hey Julie” -- I know I can’t, and that goes for my whole family.
Is there meaning in all this? I don’t think so. It’s a series of sketches and short stories – mostly observations, a few snide or empathetic judgments, but certainly no pronouncements.
The setting for nearly every tune is lovingly and specifically the New York metropolitan area. I guess you could call it a love song to the city, or a sketchbook of what it is like to be young, but not much more than that.
Whatever it is or is meant to be, it’s good, and I think a lot of fun. And a change of pace!
Happy listening!
PS. If you like this, also worth checking out is Schlesinger’s side project Ivy -- especially
Apartment Life and
Long Distance, two very good records.
PPS. Note that the Spotify closer “Elevator Up” was not on the original record -- it ended with “Yours and Mine”.