by Aidin Vaziri (originally appeared in Mean Street Magazine, July '93)
Paul Hampton tampers with a recently acquired vintage Hammond organ. The Skeletones' stout keyboardist-singer-songwriter-percussionist-and-baritone player remains completely engrossed by this new plaything, as his high octave dabblings propel through the walls of the band's full-time work and living quarters, a stately house on the outskirts of Moreno Valley they like to refer to as "Skeletones Manor." As befits a band drawn together by years of camaraderie, the other band members presentlead singer, trumpet player Jonas Cabrera and bassist Mark Cummingsgo about their own business without even the slightest bit of acknowledgment of the '60s flavored farfissa riffs ripping through the rooms. And the business at hand is the Skeletones, once a band recognized for its carefree on-stage and offstage demeanor, now a striking example of autonomous success. The Skeletones have undergone some radical changes over the last few months. Once struggling in an abyss of financial woes, there were serious doubts as to whether they'd be able to pull together the resources to put out even a simple CD. Then there was the matter of promoting it, touring, getting radio playall the small steps in breaking a band on a big scale. While most other local groups dallied complacently, satisfied with regional success and selling out the Barn for a pitcher of beer, the Skeletones always strived for more. Their monetary and business savvy shortcomings were more than made up for with the musica vibrant mix of Ska, reggae and pop influences. And their penchant for putting on a mesmerizing live show earned them acclaim to no end. It was just such a reputation that helped them realize their current state of ascension. Bordering on fairy tale territory, sometime last year the Skeletones were "discovered" by an independent investor at one of their many local gigs. Tipped off by an acquaintance, Chuck Bivona witnessed the Skeletones phenomena first hand. An established businessman, he instantly saw the untapped profit potential of the group and offered to finance their first proper CD release. Subsequently, the band's self-titled 15-song effort was released with not a bang, but a whisper. Although a full-blown success on the local scene, the album didn't turn out to be quite the breakthrough either parties had envisioned. So after a few uneasy weeks of scattered radio play and press clippings, Bivona became determined to make this project work. His first step was to hire the band members to take on proper record company rolesHampton was named publicist and Cabrera, Cummins and trombone player Garth Schultz were to handle radio promotions, while the rest of the band members opted to hang on to their outside jobs. The next step was to set up a place where the business load could be handled day in and day out. Sacrificing his own Moreno Valley home, Bivona converted the place into Skeletones Manor, a haphazard combination of office, rehearsal and living space. Mike Preston continued to manage the band and Tom Evans, a commercial radio promoter, was brought in to pump up the volume of airplay on major stations across the country. Bivona, himself, handled distribution prospects. The collective was named MJC Productions and the results have been spectacular. The living room of Skeletones manner is equally divided between a drum kit, the Hammond, microphone stands and three desks buried in paper work, a fax machine and a computer console. Hampton digs through a pile of trade magazines and pulls out a copy of the latest CMJ (College Music Journal), the industry source for charting college and some commercial radio airplay across the country. He flips to the back and points out several stations with the Skeletones prominently featured in their top-35 for the week. Then he shows me a station in Colorado. I glance over the names: Porno For Pyros, PJ Harvey, Stone Temple Pilotsbut no Skeletones. I ask him where it is. He points to the number one slot. In big, bold letters it reads: SKELETONES. Now in its second pressing of 10,000, the album is on the verge of breaking the big time with airplay on pivotal commercial stations KROQ 106.7 Los Angeles and 91X in San Diego.
"Ever since we met someone who had the balls enough to take a chance
with us, everything's been going the way we wanted it," Cabrera says.
And sure enough, the outside confidence in the band has markedly
increased the esteem within as well. The band's newfound business sense
not only counterpoints its past slacker image, but it signals a fresher
outlook for the Skeletones who seem to take more care and focus in the
band now.
Quelling rumors that all the business dabblings are cutting into the
Skeletones creative itinerary, Cabrera says, "we play better now.
Because after working all week and dealing with the business bullshit,
once you hit the instruments you're ready to play."
One early criticism was that the Skeletones had sold their souls at the
first glimpse of the all-day sucker. But now it is increasingly obvious
that this is the best thing that could have happened to the local
favorites.
The Skeletones might find it harder to fit into America's cultural landscape than a southern hip hop band. With an overt emphasis on Ska, the band's music is without time and place, something they fully realize and hope to use to their advantage.
"Our music right now, as far as 1993 is going on, I see a lot of grunge,
I see a lot of hippie stuff going on, and I don't see any kind of
Skeletones genre anywhere," Cabrera says. "So it's bound to hit. It'll
be really appealing to a lot of people really soon, as soon as people
find out about it. We're just pretty much trying to go all the way with
what we want, the way we want it."
Bill Tanner (ska@billtanner.net) |