“Teenage Wristband” - The Twlight Singers
(Words/music: Greg Dulli, available on Blackberry Belle, One Little Indian 2003)
Greg Dulli gets tons of credit for being an “interpreter of songs” because he has a way of taking a song, ripping out the essence of the original, and rebuilding around it. The Twilight Singers’ She Loves You album pulls together songs from all corners of popular music from George Gershwin and Nina Simone to Bjork and Mary J. Blige. Dulli manages to unite these disparate songs under a single aesthetic vision – marrying his soulful yet gruff vocals with arrangements that create dramatic tension. He’s as much of a storyteller as he is an “interpreter.” His albums, whether with the Afghan Whigs, Twilight Singers, or Gutter Twins, tend to feel episodic rather than wholly linear. Each song feels like its own short story with Dulli investing all of his energy into making each one worthy of individual attention. When put together, these songs describe a character – whether it’s Dulli himself, an invented persona, or something else entirely – and reflect the many (often conflicted) sides to this person.
The second Twilight Singers album Blackberry Belle was a tribute to the director Ted Demme, a friend of Dulli’s who died suddenly. Appropriately, these songs find Dulli at his most cinematic; his best songs always burned so bright that they seem destined for the silver screen, but Dulli and his band brings them to another level on this album. The opening piano line in “Teenage Wristband” plays like a prologue – it could be the jingling of car keys or the gentle hum of the motor firing up. By the time Dulli starts singing, the song is moving on all cylinders. Pop songs using a car as an escapist fantasy are a dime a dozen, but few have felt as large or desperate as “Teenage Wristband.” The arrangement feels almost cinematic in its size and shine; while it borders on melodrama, the bright piano, electronic drums, and Dulli’s desperate singing makes the song sound like the 75th minute of teen drama – right around the part in the fourth act where the protagonists finally get everything together and run off. The whole thing feels like it’s running on pure emotion – from the jammed arrangement to the narrator’s persistence to leave right at this moment. They might burn out before they ever get where they want to, but it will be a hell of a glow until they peter out.
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