Beyond blogosphere

Jeffrey Simmons is that good
By CAMILLE DODERO  |  June 27, 2006


LOOK OUT, WORLD: Simmons dreams in melody, gets drunk on vintage pop, and counters adversity with pretty, harmonic couplets.
Dearest MP3 blogoisie: have I got a record for you. There’s this songwriter/producer Jeffrey Simmons from Boston — why’d you lose interest? I know, except for the peculiar case of the Dresden Dolls, you care about the locals only when they’re already exported, like 21-year-old ivory banger Casey Dienel. Perhaps it’s institutional: last fall, Pitchfork’s “Indie Fantasy League” declared Boston nativity to be as big a promotional handicap for a band as Florida birth. Or perhaps it’s karmic: this is, after all, an environment where “I Put a Baby in You” is something of a love song.

So forget that I’m writing from a college-kid bivouac. The context for Simmons’s Farewell, My Sweet Alibi (Kool Kat Musik) isn’t civic or temporal; it’s classic and archival. Elvis Costello’s plaintive phrasing. Moody Blues–ish mellotron. Harry Nilsson’s bouncy melancholy. Ten songs of late-’60s incandescence that are written, produced, and recorded by a Cambridge-based 30-year-old who dreams in melody, gets drunk on vintage pop, and counters adversity with pretty, harmonic couplets. “Sad times are coming up,” Simmons augurs over a Hammond organ. To which he responds blithely, “Na-na nah-nah.”

Also, blog dudes, you wouldn’t be latching onto a regional trend: Simmons is virtually unknown in these parts. Farewell, My Sweet Alibi may be his third full-length release, but his face hasn’t been piled up by bar entrances on local rock rags, and neither has his name been stamped all over club listings. His most recognizable musical role is probably as the Greg Brady–haired guy who spent years behind the Planet Records counter in Harvard Square. (He now has a “regular day job” in the Back Bay.)

Of course, until last Saturday at T.T. the Bear’s, he hadn’t performed for a live audience since 2004 — and that was a “loose, sloppy, drunk” night in which he covered Neil Young’s Tonight’s the Night with his former backing band, the Symptoms. Some musicians write songs as an excuse to tour; Simmons, who’ll be at the Middle East upstairs this Wednesday, talks about dragging out his equipment as an unfortunate necessity, a burden to endure so strangers will get to hear his compulsively crafted record. “I look at that whole experience like it’s time-consuming,” he tells me at the Other Side Café. “I just don’t enjoy it as much as recording and writing.” Shows demand compromise, especially for a songwriter who’s credited with playing seven or eight different instruments on his most recent tracks. “There’s so much going on [in the record] that I’m not sure how we’ll pull it off. We can’t have people playing with their feet.”

Farewell, My Sweet Alibi’s opener, “Half Dollar,” begins with violas. Hopeful strings. Ebullient strings that make gracefully bold entrances like the first actresses on stage in a Broadway musical, handpicked for their lovely confidence. Then the strings coax in the drums, the handclaps, the vocals, the pianos, and the other instruments that are gamboling around the song’s orchestral layers. There’s a banjo mixed so low, it tickles. A bass quietly throbbing. Then those strings again, nudging away the jaded reluctance to acknowledge that this is radiance, this is joy, this is a timeless feel-good pop tune. “All my free time’s for sale,” Simmons offers, then beckoning again and again, “C’mon and show how it’s done.”

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