Sam Bisbee (musician)
I listen to Sam Bisbee's first album, SNACKS (Plump Records), just about
every day. I'm listening to it right now. You, too, should be listening to
it right now. Go out, right now, and buy it. It's amazing. Anyway, Sam's
become a good friend of mine. We're both home a lot during the day and we
live near each other. I went over to his apartment (which he shares with his
girlfriend, Jackie, three dogs and four cats) and we had the following
conversation. (For information on where to purchase Sam's album: call 1-800-PlumpCD or
email at plumprec@aol.com or check out www.plump.com.
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ANITA LIBERTY: What's the dynamic in the household with the four cats and three dogs? Like, who gets along with who? As you've witnessed it in your own private little microcosm of the wilderness.
SAM BISBEE: Well, Stevie [the Doberman mix] is blind. Everybody is terrified of Stevie.
AL: Why? Because he's unpredictable?
SB: He runs around in circles opening and closing his mouth very quickly.
SB: The first time I ever came over here.
SB: She actually hid all the animals.
SB: For two months. She pretended she had none.
SB: (laughs) Yeah.
SB: Yeah. (laughs) I thought they were all aging very rapidly because she started out with just Little Girl cat, and I thought that Little Girl grew to the size of Spooky in just about a week. Jackie was very deceitful. (laughs)
SB: Have you been here when Jackie feeds the cats?
SB: The cats get one can of fancy feast a day, and if you look around some of these animals are looking a little bit overweight. Which Jackie's in denial about.
SB: Yeah, I mean I'm trying to make it a once-a-week fancy feast thing.
SB: Yeah, then it's not a fancy feast anymore. It's the usual.
SB: So Jackie has to shut the cats in the bathroom with the fancy feast, although Little Girl has not been able to go in there because Jackie does admit that Little Girl is getting fat. So she's been locking Little Girl out during the fancy feast. (laughs)
SB: Very mean. So when the cats are eating in there, Betty [the pit bull] sits right by the door and there is no way to get her away from it. And then as soon as the door opens she cleans the rest of the plate off.
SB: Yeah.
SB: We have no idea what goes on in there.
SB: (laughs) Wouldn't you want to be a fly on the wall during that? So then I basically walk the dogs two or three times a day...
SB: (laughs) Hmm...it was strange. Pretty soon after I moved in she fired the dog walker. (laughs) But it's very hard to find dog walkers for these sorts of dogs.
SB: No.
SB: (laughs) Yes. Jackie, um, they rescue animals from bad families.
SB: They have a group...sort of a paramilitary group, and they dress head-to-toe in the gear, at night, and they rescue animals.
SB: Uh, they rescue animals.
SB: No.
SB: No.
SB: Uh...yes.
SB: There was a song on the CD that had some of her in it. And about two weeks after I met her...I hardly even knew her and I wrote a song called "Carnivore." It's about an animal rights activist, but when she makes love she's a carnivore.
SB: (laughs) The first line of the song was "Vinyl pants hide fake fur underwear." (laughs) I sang that to her over the phone when we hardly knew each other.
SB: Well, she did, even though it's a pretty bizarre song to get in the first two weeks when you hardly know someone.
SB: I'm trying to write songs at the moment that aren't about sex or love.
SB: (laughs) And not about animals.
SB: Yeah, I'm writing songs about sitting in the apartment. I wrote one about sitting over there. Because you've got to keep changing your environment while you're writing, so now I'm writing one from the point of view of someone sitting over here.
SB: This one.
SB: Yeah.
SB: Upbeat. Everything's-going-my-way kind of tune. (laughs)
SB: (laughs) Yep.
SB: I mean, the further away you are from the front door, I think, the sadder it gets. Do you feel weird when you take naps during the day?
SB: Sounds so disciplined. (laughs)
SB: I know what you're saying. See, I'm so happy that the naps just make me happier. (laughs)
SB: None, okay? (laughs)
SB: In the past two weeks?
SB: No, I've been trying to write, but I had a lot of things that I finished like three weeks ago, and now I'm just trying to gestate some new things.
SB: It changes.
SB: Well, I don't feel competitive like someone will push me off of what I'm doing. Yeah, I have blinders in terms of what I'm doing. I mean, do you feel competitive? Does it fuck you up?
SB: Do you find that people realize you're competitive?
SB: Universality of experience?
SB: I never really think that. I tend to just write things and then I might interpret them afterward. I never really think about whether or not anybody else is going to be able to relate to it.
SB: Because in a weird way I guess I trust my own taste. I guess you have to just trust your own taste.
SB: Oh yeah. That happens all the time. It's happened to me a couple of times where you just hit a chord and you'll go, "Oh shit! That's 'Freebird'!" (laughs) You know?
SB: Well, it did happen once, though. I literally wrote the chord progression from "Freebird." It was like, "Hey, this is kind of nice." And obviously it's extremely depressing, but every once in a while I'll be like "Oh, whatever." Because once you're done writing it, it's not "Freebird." Like Elvis Costello, I saw him do a taping for this VH-1 thing. And he openly admitted that he stole the opening chords to "Alison" from an old Spinners tune. He was being very honest. And I mean, how can you not hit the raw sort of chord level or groove level or...it was all so simple. Obviously you can't really do anything too original, but no one's ever going to put the same words and the same notes together.
SB: I know. I was going to print them, but then I realized that all of them are so sexual. They don't come off so sexual in the music, because that's not what it's about. I mean, it goes a lot deeper than just sex. But then I realized that if you just see them printed, you can almost get the wrong idea.
SB: Phone sex. I didn't realize until the album was done that it actually could almost seem like a concept album of just sex, you know? (laughs) I am actually trying to write things that have absolutely no sex in them.
SB: Yeah, we'll see how that works.
SB: Being a rock star seems so ridiculous to me. I mean, theoretically that is what I'm trying to do. But the part of me that writes...when I finally get to that place where I'm writing and it's happening, I know it's got nothing to do with any of that.
SB: Yeah.
SB: Well, there are some frat boys. For whatever reason there has always been a stronger female following than male.
SB: Sometimes. But sometimes at the end of the show, the people who stay 'til the end, there are those unsettling moments when I realize that it's a bunch of 24-year-old frat males. And that's when my brain says, "This is not what I wanted." (laughs)
SB: (laughs) Yeah. I was watching Bush perform on MTV at their Fort Lauderdale concert and at first all you saw was them, you didn't see the audience yet, and I was thinking, "Oh those guys, they're so alternative and so cool, look at them." But suddenly the camera flipped around from behind them and it was just a sea of probably 10,000 guys in white baseball hats, you know, just like jocks--going "YEAH!" (laughs) That's who the audience is.
SB: And these are the guys who obviously...you probably didn't get wedgied in high school, did you?
SB: But these are the people who used to wedgie me in high school. We pack them in. (laughs)
SB: I'm just pursuing a career.
SB: Yeah, but I'm really pursuing a career. (laughs) It sucks because to be successful in music means I go out on the road...and basically don't ever come back.
SB: Yes. I wish I was 21 and getting ready to go out on the road, because now I like being here. I don't want to destroy my relationship through music, but (CLEARS THROAT) yes, I want to be famous.
SB: Yeah, obviously [there are days] when you wake up and you're like, "Oh my God, shit's going so well!" I mean, I get in my shower and I'm going to be really famous. But then of course, by the end of that same day you can be like, "I Suck!"
SB: Which is why it's so fucked up, because clearly then you are completely at the whim of people who might not know anything about what you're doing and the executives that you're meeting with who are looking at me from this totally objective point of view.
SB: Or yeah, who are totally subjective about me. I just heard today that some record label didn't think I had star quality.
SB: Uggh! I've been a paralegal.
SB: Yeah. I'm well aware that I don't have, in any conventional sense of the phrase, star quality.
SB: Yeah, that's what I'm going for. Anti-star quality. I mean I like just being myself and being completely normal. I used to sit down at the bar at [the Ludlow Street Cafe] after a gig and someone would turn to me and go, "Hey man, this band is amazing. Do you like them?" And I would have to sort of look the guy in the eye and go, "I'm the lead singer." It's just cool to go from that energy onstage and to sort of immediately flip into the almost disguise of just hanging out.
SB: (laughs) Maybe it's time for me to start becoming a complete asshole offstage.
SB: I'm not very good at thinking what these people want to see when they talk to you [after a gig]. You've got to think, if you were to suddenly be talking to Bono, would it bum you out if he was just like, "Hey man, what's up? How're you doing? Yeah. Cool, so what's up with you?" Obviously, part of you wants Bono to be like detached and sort of obviously in his own world with stuff going on in his head that you would just never want to fathom.
SB: But I'm sure a lot of people have contrived that. I think most people probably do contrive that.
SB: Star quality is just...like if somebody met Michael Stipe, just on the street, would they have said, "Wow, that guy's got star quality"? No.
SB: I think I would be happy if I were just a writer...if I became just a songwriter. And other people were singing my songs. Or if I was a producer I would be happy.
SB: I think it is. I love doing film scores. I've been doing a lot of those. And that's unbelievably satisfying.
SB: Yeah.
SB: I don't. (laughs) Yeah. Yes.
SB: I just want to play music and support myself. I don't want to be a paralegal. But it's just satisfying, writing music. It's really fun.
SB: I mean, sometimes I don't think it should matter if I'm a household name...
SB: Yeah.
SB: So I'm probably just lying to you and to myself, but I think it's important to at least say that you don't care about that stuff.
SB: The most important thing to me is the creative end. You know? That's where the power is.
SB: "The windows are shut, the outside world is cold, I'm in here and everybody else is out there. Five billion other human beings, sleeping, working, fucking, blah, blah, blah...every one of us, five billion, trying to survive, trying to succeed, even if success means nothing more than eating, whatever. We are so bizarre, I see us out the window walking purposefully, driving our cars, stopping at red lights, starting at green lights. And we all feel special, or at least feel that we ought to feel special. Each of us refers to himself or herself as 'I.' Five billion people named 'I.' And for each 'I,' five billion others called "them." The statistics are daunting--with five billion of those, chances of anyone being truly special are small--but I am not persuaded by the statistics. I work and work and try and try and wait and wait for the moment when I will truly be singular. Out there I see nothing but singularity. Every person on the street is singular. There is no one else like each 'I.' Never has been, never will be. And so we are special. We are singular. Each of our own individual miseries and sufferings is unique. I am the only 'I' in this kitchen, at this table, sitting on newspapers to protect himself from cat hair. The only 'I' in this room torturing himself with a pen and paper."
SB: Well of course I do. . About the artist thing.
SB: Oh, it's not comforting at all. (laughs)
SB: Yeah. Why are you waiting? What are you waiting for? And there shouldn't be any need to wait in terms of your own personal writing or your own personal craft.
SB: Not really, at the moment.
SB: But we have no other perspective. I mean...what is going through that guy's brain, just walking down the street? Him?
SB: But that's the irony...everybody thinks that what's going on in their brain is kick-ass. (laughs)
SB: Yeah, like I was brought up and told that I can do whatever I want. Which, if you think about it, is a hurtful thing to tell a child. (laughs) Because it's just not true.
SB: I know! I know! (laughs) I feel lucky that I'm a performer because playing music is unbelievable.
SB: It's incredible.