Süddeutsche Zeitung 11th March 2008
Is not life beautiful? No.
autobiographies of pop musicians are not really necessary. Only by Mark Oliver Everett of the Eels do not.
By Alex Rühle
Who this evening in the Munich Muffathalle is in anticipation of a stomach-strengthening Eels concert should prepare themselves to the fact that he will first see a one-hour documentary by Mark Oliver Everett, singer, composer, multi instrumentalist and frontman of the otherwise in constantly changing cast occurring Eels, has made for the BBC in search of clues to his father and his work. Hugh Everett III
, quantum physicist, CIA employees and inventor, developed in 1957 the theory of parallel universes that the time was derided as a complete humbug. Everett senior, well anyway a silent type, then pulled back in a dark parallel universe, he was within the Family some sort of black hole that circled all the life energy and withdrew silently to himself. Mark Oliver Everett found him one morning, as he himself was 19 years old, dead in bed, the father had died the night of a heart attack.
"Sartre rocks. But not as I do."
Everett remembers well how he shook it, it was the first contact between the two for years. "I did not even know how I should feel," he writes in his autobiography. "My father had just died, but I did not have any relationship with him. The worst was having to watch the doctors in how they put him in a black bag, the zipper closes and then the sack with him in it wore out. You did not put him on a stretcher. You just have this black bag out worn like a garbage bag. "
No" oh my god, unfortunately I then went blank "
autobiographies of rock musicians, that's pretty much the last genre, what a rational human interest. As we since bekokst in the chandelier hung, and then tour the west coast down, oh my god, unfortunately I then went blank and I know absolutely no idea what has happened in the years between the two great albums...
Everett's recently published autobiography " Things The Grandchildren Should Know "(Little, Brown, 228 pages 14.99 pounds) is a kind of counter-program the narcissism of the pop business. It is written from the middle of his pain and silence out of the family than he would have sharpened the silence at home, and his lifelong solitude hearing for all the wrong notes and phrases.
His father wanted to throw his legacy in the trash, a wish that the ACTING mother. His sister, whom he loved madly in childhood, which then drifted in binge drinking, and schizophrenic delusions Drogendelirien worlds brought about. His mother died of cancer. The last family who he was, his cousin sent him on the morning of the 11th September 2001, a postcard: "Is life is not beautiful? "An hour later, she died in the aircraft, which was driven into the Pentagon, Hugh Everett's last work.
digging through the pain tunnel
It would be an understatement to say that the life of Mark Oliver Everett with a fairly rough sandpaper edited. Such people often develop a Leidenshochmut, ah, you whiners, what you know of miseries, pass through their lines as the Messiah and have their fate before him like a host.
Everett is a grumpy young one, a misanthropic loner, but he finds in his remarkable childhood, surrounded by middle class families CIA, suddenly, surprising, as beguilingly beautiful moments in the total solitude at the beginning of his career for years humiliating jobs and evenings, nights, weekends, composing, a manic run up a trench through the pain tunnel which holds them as the only alive.
The book ends with a description of how uncomfortable he feels when he filled in the registration form at the doctor because he or she does not know what he should enter in the column to contact in an emergency. "No family is to have the loneliest feeling holidays are just disgusting, I do always as they would be held if not I would die tomorrow, you could write on my grave:.. Curiously, titled Everett, who had the time of his death, no children, not to mention of grandchildren, his autobiography 'things you should know the grandchildren. " "
acoustic counterpart to Bart
What we finally had music at Everett." Things The Grandchildren Should Know "is not only the title of his autobiography, but also the last song on his great album" Blinking Lights ", where he spent seven working years. And this album, which is now the miracle of Everett, is identical to his autobiography, at the end of a hymn to life, precisely because they are operations has been in pain.
Yes, "Blinking Lights" is one these works of art, like a blow to the head Act as they would show a sudden the whole life from the outside, looking down at last, before it's over. Or as he put it in the song "Hey You" with this aggressive voice, which is the acoustic counterpart to his downy-Struwwel beard himself puts it: "Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor / And cry your guts out ' til you got no more / Hey man now you're really living. "
You can now hear this song again. Or watch it, it sings like Everett: Parallel to his autobiography, Everett has published two double-CDs, "Meet The Eels". and "Useless Trinkets" (both released on Geffen). The first is a Best of Eels, by the artist himself, including video-DVD.
The second, which could be translated as "useless trinkets" includes, 50 extractions, B-sides, new interpretations, remixes and it shows what is Everett for a brilliantly versatile musician, sometimes he has old songs alone recorded again, sometimes with friends re-interpreted, and then the top five albums draw again in compressed form over on one.
In several parallel universes sound
He says in his biography that he had no idea in theoretical terms about what it did with the parallel universes of his father up. From a practical point, however, which is noticeable when listening to the "Useless Trinkets" again, Mark Oliver Everett is on the road for many years in several parallel universes sound.
He composed at the same time the pieces of the loud, rockgeschrubbten album "Soul Jacker", the melancholic "Daisies of the Galaxy" and some songs of the Gesamtkunstwerk, "Blinking Lights". And why, he wonders on the last page of his book, "Why, if only I am such an outspoken atheist, I find myself always at hand as I sit in the backyard, look in the night sky and with Mom, Liz and Dad speak? "
(SZ from 11.3.2008/ihe)
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