Solo flights
Paula Kelley and Martin Crotty go it alone
Cellars by Starlight by Brett Milano
Breaking up is hard to do, but going solo can be harder, especially after an
artist has spent a long career as part of a solid band. Go out under your own
name and you lose the security of being part of a group. But if the stakes tend
to be higher, the expectations a bit more severe, well, there's also the chance
to attain a little more glory -- even on the local level.
That's where local singer-songwriters Paula Kelley and Martin Crotty find
themselves this year. They come from different band experiences. After playing
a support role in Drop Nineteens, Kelley has been the frontwoman of various
groups over the years, most recently Boy Wonder. Crotty, on the other hand,
hasn't always been center stage, but as the lead-guitarist in Cliffs of Dooneen
and then Superfly, he shared the spotlight with singer/frontman Eric Sean
Murphy. Now, both Kelley and Crotty have ended up in similar places. Kelley's
solo debut, A Bit of Everything (on her own Jacquesass label) and
Crotty's pseudonymous debut, Flynn (on his own, unnamed label), are both
textured, melodic records with a decidedly grown-up sound. Crotty's
transformation is perhaps the bigger surprise since he's seldom done lead
vocals before. Here he sings in a rich, folkish voice and layers guitar parts
to good effect -- the base is acoustic, but tracks like "Don't Mind" (with drum
loops and nasty wah-wah lead) show that his rock instincts haven't gone
missing. Kelley's pop knack is more familiar by now, but the sound of her solo
EP is more intimate than the album she made with Boy Wonder.
The obvious question about Kelley's going solo is why she'd bother. After all,
her last bands -- Hot Rod and four incarnations of Boy Wonder -- have all
revolved around her voice and songwriting. And she's always had enough stage
presence (and fashion sense) to outshine whoever she plays with -- even though
that's included talented folks like John Dragonetti (who played in Hot Rod
before launching Jack Drag), bassist Paul Natale (now of the Den Mothers), and
her long-time guitar partner Aaron Tap, who remains part of her solo band.
But the decision makes sense when one hears A Bit of Everything (the
teaser for a still-in-progress album called Everything, which won't
include all the EP's six tracks). It finds her following her instincts away
from loud guitars and toward purer pop, as in Fleetwood Mac and Burt Bacharach.
Her previous bands would have turned the material here into rock songs, but
with Kelley playing most of the instruments, there's more melody than crunch
and acoustic guitars dominate. It's a direction she's been headed in for years.
The other change may be more of a surprise: she's become a more relaxed singer,
dropping the tougher rock inflection she often favored. It's a more comfortable
approach for her, one that brings out the sweetness in her voice.
Yet as bright as Kelley's songs are on the surface, there are darker, cynical
undercurrents running through even her most upbeat tunes. Is that a fair
reflection of her personality? "I'm not sure if I'm even that light on the
surface," she notes over a drink at the Middle East. "My personality now is
probably a little less sassy, and I don't feel I have to rock all the time. My
songs used to be about individuals; now they're about the bigger picture, and I
guess that could mean that I'm turning into an old fart. I haven't had a bitter
relationship for a while, so I'm not writing about that anymore. But I'm still
bitter about plenty of other things."
Like the music business. Kelley has been playing in bands for a full decade,
and she was groomed for stardom in the early '90s, when Drop Nineteens and then
Hot Rod were signed to Caroline. Those were the years when alternative rock and
grunge were making their biggest commercial impact, and national success was
higher on Kelley's agenda than establishing a local base. Now that the national
balance has shifted away from underground rock, Kelley is courting a devoted
local following. "I've had some success, but I won't let myself think I have.
Because then I'd get complacent, and that's not good for a songwriter. The
music business has obviously changed. With each project I do, I have less
confidence I'll be a rock star, and I'm just going for the music. So as a
result the music gets better. But maybe that's creeping into old-fartdom as
well."
As for the transition from Boy Wonder to being a solo artist, it was a seamless
one for Kelley: she was playing solo gigs at the Kendall Café within
weeks of the final Boy Wonder show last January. Dropping the band identity,
she admits, is "pretty much a psychological thing. I don't think I'm a
particularly good bandleader. Even though I was the primary songwriter in Boy
Wonder, I didn't want people to think it was a dictatorship, so I wasn't very
good at being assertive. This way it's established that it's my thing, so I
feel freer to be experimental."
She's also gotten more at ease with her voice, which has the same kind of
little-girl innocence Juliana Hatfield's has. "I think my voice throws people,
and that used to frustrate me. I've only lately come to accept it, and to feel
that I don't have to be a rock chick. I'm not even trying to have an image
anymore -- It's more like, `This is me, this is what it is.' People used to
call Boy Wonder a bubblegum pop band, and somehow the dark side of it passed
everyone by. I don't think there's any escaping it now."
Ask Martin Crotty what he's been up to lately and he cuts right to the
chase. "Here, let me show you," he says, lifting his shirt to reveal a
five-inch scar over the left side of his ribcage. It's the souvenir of a
life-changing -- and damn near life-ending -- experience he had last winter
when he broke his back in a household accident.
"I came this close to being paralyzed for the rest of my life," he recalls over
coffee at Cambridge's 1369 Coffeehouse. "It was the week of Thanksgiving, one
of my favorite times of year, and the CDs had just come back from the
manufacturer, so I was feeling great. Then something possessed me to climb up a
ladder and fix a bloody window." He lost his balance and fell 35 feet but was
still able to get to a telephone and call 911, thinking he was in for an
uncomfortable afternoon at the hospital. As it turned out, he was there for the
next month. "My vertebrae burst, the first thing I felt was the power going out
of my legs like an elevator going down. I went through nine hours of surgery,
they took out two of my ribs and now I have titanium implants, four screws. I'm
like Steve Austin."
Brushes with disaster always leave a mark on the psyche, and though Crotty was
always focused and outgoing, his experience seems to have made him even more
so. It's also given him a certain belief in fate. He'd been kicking the name
Flynn (his mother's maiden name) around as a pseudonym, and then he was out
having dinner and he noticed that the name on the bottle of wine he'd been
drinking was, yes, Flynn. Fate also intervened when he was looking for a bass
player: Scott Padgett came recommended by his nurse and got the gig after
Crotty learned that Padgett had been through the same operation. "It seems to
be a prerequisite for this band. I'm thinking that maybe we should change our
name to Spinal Fusion."
The experiences of the past year have left Crotty less fretful about the music
business. But he has yet to write any songs about what happened. "I've been
thinking, `Aren't I supposed to be inspired by this whole thing?' But the songs
I've been writing are more about what holds me back. I'm loving life, the fears
I'd had are no longer fears. Having been in a position where I was almost not
able to walk for the rest of my life, it feels so good now just to be able to
stand up and pee. And I don't get stressed out like I used to. You know how it
is in this business -- one minute you can be at the very top and the next it's
`Who are you again?' "
Crotty's been in both positions. Cliffs of Dooneen were well-established as a
local favorite; they had two major-label albums and even a national semi-hit
with "Through an Open Window." Then they pulled a gutsy move: after a farewell
Cliffs show in December 1995, the group broke up, immediately got back
together, threw out all the old songs, and renamed themselves Superfly. Many
Cliffs fans never accepted the switch. But to these ears Superfly were the
better for replacing Cliffs of Dooneen's by-then-dated U2ish anthems with
grittier, trashier, guitar-driven rock.
"I think it threw a lot of the Cliffs fans for a loop," Crotty admits. "And it
[the mixed reaction] blew the froth off our beers." Crotty was one of the main
instigators behind the Superfly move, so it's a bit of a surprise that he's
gone in a gentler direction as Flynn. Credit that to his reconnection with his
Irish roots. "Seeing Christy Moore was part of it -- that was the best show
I've ever seen in my life. Such a great voice, so much passion and soul. And I
thought, if I can even do a smidgen of what this guy can do, I'd be totally
psyched."
Crotty, who started to play out with Flynn, hasn't had any trouble taking over
the reins of his new project. "I've been on a high since the T.T. the Bear's
show I played last month. With this there's no committee to go up against with
my ideas. It's pure me."
This doesn't mean that Cliffs are over for good, especially now that their
drummer, Lex Llanosm, is in the Flynn band. During their Superfly days they
kept resisting offers to do a high-profile Cliffs of Dooneen reunion show, but
Crotty figures that will happen sooner or later. Meanwhile, he's happy to let
fate take its course. "I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a
reason, so I know there's a reason for this," he says in an introspective
moment. "And someday it's going to hit me in the face exactly what that reason
is."
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