Remy Zero’s “Villa Elaine” (1998)

by Charles Reed

The opening lines, from the second track “Prophecy” begin, “Consider this a sign. This is a train in the night. And now it’s time for you to go. You know you’ve had a healthy life, boy.” What a start. The velocity in that lyric is incredible. I was hooked.

My best friend Rich and I discovered Remy Zero, the Birmingham, Alabama-based alternative rock band, when their second studio album Villa Elaine, named after a Hollywood apartment building in which they were living, was released in 1998. Influenced by David Bowie and Brian Eno, Remy Zero are from the South, but they are not a Southern band. The lead singer Cinjun Tate was once quoted as saying, “There’s no real music scene [in Birmingham], unless you’re playing Lynyrd Skynyrd covers . . . We came together because we were all freaks, really.”

Double hooked. Whom among us didn’t feel that way at some point in our lives? Our youthful exuberance and discovery for all things give us something to wake up for, something that can be beautifully summarized through music, and Remy Zero woke me up.

As we both began learning more about Remy Zero, we found their intriguing biography. I scoured internet archives website, Wayback Machine, to find a portion of this original biography:

Remy Zero was born Remy Boligee in Chelsea, Alabama about 1950. At around 16 he left home for Birmingham and found a job unloading trains outside the city. By 1969 he was living in a shack in a railroad worker’s shantytown and had begun writing the first of hundreds of highly idiosyncratic songs.

The band and record company made numerous attempts to locate Remy Zero and his relatives but have so far been unsuccessful. It is hoped by using his name, Zero will come to hear of the band and perhaps establish contact.

According to the biography, Remy’s tapes were given to 12-year-old Shelby Tate (Cinjun’s brother) by one of Remy’s friends. The tapes contained nearly 30 hours of music, conversation, ramblings, and train yard sounds. Those recordings formed the basis for the Remy Zero sound.

I imagined the scenes of Remy recording his thoughts, feet dangling from the side of a boxcar, and Shelby first listening to the tapes and being inspired. I know the story is probably fiction. In a 2019 interview with Seattle-based radio station KEXP, Cinjun said, “Shelby ‘invented’ the band.” Regardless, what a great story it is. That is what made albums and bands from my youth interesting— they were truly creative arts with more than just hooks and earworms. These albums were a complete work of art from the liner notes, song titles, and accompanying stories. Back when albums were still meant to be listened-to from beginning to end.

Some songs from Villa Elaine made it into movie or TV soundtracks. That was always a sore spot with Rich and me in that we felt Remy Zero was ours, and not for a thirty-second TV show introduction. However, I’ve grown to appreciate some of those decisions, such as the inclusion of the song “Fair” in the soundtrack for the 2004 movie Garden State.

Villa Elaine was released in the era before digital music was the standard, and when we diligently hunted for hidden tracks, it did include one hidden instrumental. The track was not anything spectacular, but it felt like I accomplished something special by finding it. Knowing those nuances, such as which albums contained hidden tracks, or where a song was recorded, and with what instrument, really helped us connect with the band, and it gave them music credibility.

I will always cherish this album and band, which broke up shortly after their third album Golden Hum in 2002. We may not know the true Southern influence the band members drew upon when making their music. But for me, one thing is sure— their music and style awakened in me a love of weird and emotional music. I began consuming their back catalog, as well as listening to their influences.

To me, the ending of the song “Fair” is a great example of the dark and stormy space Remy Zero often created in their music, a space in which I wanted to exist:

“When I was sure you’d follow through
My world was turned to blue (so thin)
When you’d hide, your songs would die
So, I’d hide yours with mine
And all my words were bound to fail
I know you won’t fail”

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Charles Reed was born in Florida and lived there most of his life, and after marrying a girl from Alabama, he calls Montgomery home. He works in the computer software industry and recently decided to start writing things down.

*You can also read his review of the book “Family Matters” here on level:deepsouth.

Book Review: “Family Matters” by Hilde Løvdal Stephens

Family Matters: James Dobson and Focus on the Family’s Crusade for the Christian Home by Hilde Løvdal Stephens
(University Alabama Press, First Edition 2019)

Reviewed by Charles Reed

I had not thought about the phrase “focus on the family” in years. I’m now approaching 40, and as a 12 or 13-year-old, I remember listening to the cassette tapes of the radio show Adventures in Odyssey, produced by James Dobson’s Focus on the Family.

The tapes were stored in my brown pleather cassette case, next to music I was getting into, at my Dad’s influence: Queen’s Greatest Hits, The Beach Boys, Journey, Chicago, and Meatloaf’s Bat out of Hell 2: Back into Hell. I have fond memories of Dad and I popping in one of these tapes and rolling around town in the Dodge on a Saturday morning performing various errands and getting our haircuts at Dick’s Barber Shop.

Next to those tapes were my own mixtapes recorded from the radio, which spanned pop, rock and  oldies. While I do not remember the specific Adventures in Odyssey content, I do remember the format being centered around introducing moral lessons in a comedic style to children. To me, they were church and were part of an ever-growing nonsecular inventory of audio in my collection. In addition to my secular music, I began shifting from tapes to CDs, and added titles from Christian bands, such as DC Talk and Jars of Clay. Adventures in Odyssey just sort of slipped into the mix, and my sister and I would listen to a tape every now and then. I don’t know exactly how I obtained the tapes, but around that time I started attending youth group, and I’m certain the tapes were part of the outreach at my church. Today, we might refer to Adventures in Odyssey as a podcast, and the tapes, the physical version of episodes.

Author Hilde Løvdal Stephens jogged my memory back to those few years in my youth. She presents, with clear dissection, Focus on the Family, and its architect James Dobson in her book Family Matters: James Dobson and Focus on the Family’s Crusade for the Christian Home.

At the beginning of the book, Stephens settles into the context of her research on Dobson, in which Christian equates to Evangelical and means white, middle-class America, and today, as was during the 1990s, this is evermore true. We are seeing a resurgence of the principles of white Evangelicals in many facets of society as a solution to our complex problems. And this is what Dobson has fought for his entire life.

I am not a Dobson follower, and prior to reading this book, I had not thought about him or his work in many years. The central thesis to Dobson’s work is that the family is the foundation of American society, and without it, everything will crumble. My parents were not huge followers, but Dobson’s work was particularly prolific in the 1990s and thus became part of just about all churches’ sermons and the youth programs we attended. Through Stephens’ comprehensive research, I learned so much more about Dobson and his dogged desire to link everything to family: sexuality, race relations, politics, and parenting. I did not really get this when I was 13; however, as I have now become a husband and father, I now see his broad castigation of all things, in his opinion, that could undo the nuclear family.

Stephens examines Dobson’s rise through his teachings, books, and many pamphlets spanning his fifty active years of lobbying for a return and amplification of the family structure. His notion of family structure – one husband, one wife, and children – is both familiar and foreign to me. While I grew up in a proverbial nuclear family, it was not without strife. Today, I have close relationships with people who did not grow up in that structure. And to Dobson, that is the problem to explain many other problems.

Stephens thoroughly explains the history of how influential Dobson and his organization have been in shaping Evangelical churches, and government policies. One moment from the book which stood out to me, as possibly the most pivotal for Dobson, is how he successfully aligned with other prominent Evangelical leaders, such as Billy Graham, and Robert Schueller, both of whom granted him unprecedented authority to speak to their congregations. The prolific nature in which his messages spread, and how his authority strengthened, led to his relationship with both the the Carter and Reagan administrations, and more recently, his fight with Obama administration policies, and now as an ally of the Trump administration.

Dobson is not without controversy, and I remember how his positions on topics such as sexuality, race, and more recently same-sex marriage became public and evolved into political battles. Stephens discusses many of his controversial opinions, which were issued in pamphlets and which he would defend in the public, then refine, strengthen, or rescind based on feedback.

Today, that pleather cassette case and its contents are long gone. I’m certain the whole lot was sold at one of my mom’s yard sales. However, what did stick with me is my love for music, especially what I considered ‘oldies’, and the Saturday morning truck rides with Dad. Those experiences brought me closer to my Dad than anything the Adventures in Odyssey tapes tried to teach. After reading this book, I am left with a much better perspective on how Evangelical ideals permeate society and government, all orchestrated by Dobson and his organization. Now, as I take on my role as a father, I reflect fondly on the experiences with my Dad and wish to recreate the same for my son. Maybe, something stuck after all.

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Charles Reed was born in Florida and lived there most of his life, and after marrying a girl from Alabama, he calls Montgomery home. He works in the computer software industry and recently decided to start writing things down.