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Strangers
From the Universe
September 6, 1994 |
"Youre
not one of those groups, are you?"
The lady in London had them pegged the second they invaded
her favorite neighborhood eatery. Her proboscis wrinkled with
distaste.
"I just hate those groups -- always moanin!"
During their illustrious career to date, the Thinking Fellers
Union Local 282 have been referred to variously as the Thinking
Cellars, Thinking Feelers, Talking Followers, Stinking Smellers
and Thinking Lame Assholes Union Local Fuck You.
One of those groups.
They make their music collaboratively; playing their instruments
and singing together on stage and in the recording studio.
As they themselves will admit. Then again, the Thinking Fellers
(an abbreviation) is comprised of five distinct individuals:
- Mark
Davies
- Jay
Paget
- Anne
Eickelberg
- Brian
Hageman
- Hugh
Swarts
Some
of whom have lived in Iowa, all of whom now legally reside in
California.
Their music is an amalgam; a hybrid, if you will. A pundit once
remarked: "It seems to come from everywhere and nowhere."
Either way, hes probably right.
A sheriff in Amarillo, Texas pulled them over in the parking
lot of a motel one cold, windy night in November 1989.
"Where ya comin from?"
"Oklahoma City," the driver (a member of the group)
answered.
"Where ya goin?"
There was a momentary silence as they conferred wordlessly.
Then the driver replied: "Albuquerque."

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Admonishing
the Bishops
October 26, 1993 |
Seldom
have these eyes seen an audience floored by a track the lionshare
of them had never heard before in the way that "Hurricane"
from this here new EP pulverized the capacity crowd at SFs
American Music Hall a while ago. Gentle, spiritual, harsh,
nobody plays like the Fellers, nobody comes close to the Fellers.
We think this is a record that will bowl over anybody who
has ears, heart and a non-linear mind.

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Mother of All Saints
November 13, 1992 |
The
third full-length from these Iowa-to-SF transplants is a sprawling,
exhaustive collection, clocking in somewhere past 75 minutes.
Thinking Fellers continue their indiscriminate flirtations
with pop fragility, rhythmic propulsion, metallic glamour
and idiosyncratic lyrical insight. Which is exactly what YOU
want to say about them, but sometimes it just comes out like
"they fucking rule." TFUL 282 have an uncanny sense
of whats epic and what isnt; when they fall on the side
of the former (most of the time), the results are personal,
direct and resonant, like no other group we know.

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Lovelyville
December 12, 1991 |
In
Iowa of all places. In Iowa. Im not from here so I cant
really tell you what Iowa is famous for. Lets just say that
they have a great telephone system, many beautiful lakes,
the giant moose and the traditional Iowa smorgasbord, with
its many delicacies and tasty tidbits made from various kinds
of dead fish. Iowa can be proud of the rocking youth-combo
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, too; they started out in
Iowa in 1986.
A member heard Frank Sinatra on the radio in 1988 and the
band decided that they would move to "San Francisco,
San Francisco, that toddeling town." Nobody had the guts
to tell the band that Sinatra sang about Chicago and the band
found themselves in the hostile East Bay area surrounded by
street gangs dressed as Indians, construction workers, police
officers, leather bikers, and cowboys.
To gain the necessary "street cred," the Fellers
kicked out their old drummer (who promptly moved back to Iowa
and opened a White Castle franchise) and replaced him with
Jay Paget, a veteran of the SF biker rock circuit, and also
a man with connections in the wild and wacky entertainment
industry since his days with Ladyslipper recording artists
World of Pooh.
The first Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 LP, congenially
entitled Tangle (SF slang for when the 49-ers jump on top
of each other in one big pile), created quite a stir in the
indie-rock pond. John Peel played it quite often and bought
himself a new tractor with the bills stuffed in the record
jacket.
After a depressing 1990 (the Fellers toured the US and found
it to be too big and impersonal and somebody told them about
the Frank Sinatra song), the band ran into Gerard and Chris
from Matador Records at an Iowa-style smorgasbord joint in
the Bronx. After exchanging recipes and handy household hints,
the band found that what they had signed was not the dinner
check as they thought, but a recording contract with Matador
written on the back of a grease-stained recipe for "Meatball
Delight." The band decided that, what the heck, at least
these guys know how to cook, and the brand spanking new full
length LP, cassette, and CD of Thinking Fellers Union Local
282 playing mood music from Lovelyville saw the light of day.
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