The Boston Phoenix
April 1 - 8, 1999

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Alien crafts
A close encounter with Bill T. Miller
by Ted Drozdowski

Ask Bill T. Miller whether he thinks his music, perhaps the most unconventional rock-based sound being made in the city, will endure and he answers simply. (*note: paraphrased manufactured quote by writer...) "Somehow the quest for a good buzz and getting laid will translate for centuries. It already has," he says, smiling and sitting shoeless behind the mixing console of his Headroom studio/hangout in the South End's Sound Museum building. But somehow the personal quest of this producer/player/mad conceptualist -- documented in a series of recordings under the names Out of Band Experience, Kings of Feedback, King of Slack, Slackbangers, Orgy Of Noise, and Drum Army -- sounds more complicated.

Imagine a radio tuned to all the frequencies of pop culture, with its dial madly spinning as a couple have sex on the top of a mountain where a drum kit has being hurled off the back porch of a Buddhist temple and is tumbling down rocky cliffs. Or Jimi Hendrix caught in a perpetual feedback loop as Mitch Mitchell and Noel Redding spiral out of sanity. Then all that intensifies as aliens land, disrupting magnetic fields, stealing cattle, and launching their own quest for sex and chocolate.

Consider Miller's description of the first Out of Band Experience album, which was released in 1990 and -- like all of his dozen or so self-produced CDs, his singles, and the compilations on which his work appears -- is obtainable through his billtmiller.com web site.

"When you hear an OBE record, you're living my life," the 40ish sonic maven explains. "You have TV, you're eating GroatClusters -- my munchies -- hanging in the studio, jammin', drinkin the magic elixirs, the sacred smoke. The TV's blowin' with the aliens on. And we're hangin' out, so of course we get baked and we run out of munchies so we go down to the little convenient mart to score some munchies. We take the microdeck recorder and document the whole thing. You literally hear the guy at the Christie's . . . 'That'll be . . . ' And later on it's pizza, so you hear the Domino's guy. Or someone left a phone message, so that went on tape. So with OBE you live my life. The days change, but sex, TV, computers, the Internet, guitar, bass, drums, aliens. They're constant."

Bill T. Miller

The plot thickens: "On that first album's trip to the Christie's mart, the aliens were a little greedy when they abducted us. They wanted our smoke and our food. When we came out of the mart with GroatClusters, they had a sugar jones too. They wanted to fuck us and the whole deal, but they really wanted our munchies. Then when we got back to the studio, the people waiting for us were like, 'Where you been?' We were missing time and were not really sure if we were abducted or just fell asleep on the couch watching a science-fiction movie. And that's pretty much the first OBE record."

But there's more: "It was me setting out on my path to enlightenment. I met up with different guides and monks and gurus. In the beginning I got a microdeck and a magic amulet. If you listen carefully, you can hear me meet these Wiccan witches - very subliminal. It's like a blur of reality: you're not sure at any given time if it's TV or a dream, so I'm on my path to enlightenment."

Got that? "A blur of reality" might be the best handle to use when seeking a grip on Miller's dense, information-packed mixes. And maybe his conversations. His recordings are not easy listening, but they're exciting. His aural drugs dispense a heady dose of what's hip and trippy -- from brash drum 'n' bass variants, samples from anywhere, and phrases of melody and riffs that go back to his roots in the glory days of Hendrix and the Beatles. His music is certainly worth hearing, not only as an indicator of how far one artist with a unique personal vision can go as a cottage industry, but for the expansion of possibilities they present to listeners and musicians.

For Miller, reality first started blurring when it became mixed with rock and roll. "My dad [an ecologist - scientist] was a stereo buff. He had two 15-inch speakers, tweeters, pre-amp, a tube amp, reel-to-reel, separate tuner. He had jazz and classical records. In 1964, that was serious gear. We went to visit his sister, and she had Herman's Hermits and The Beatles - 'She Loves You,' and that was it. I got into rock and roll. My first album was Beatles '65. And when I got it home, my dad said, 'If that needle on your mother's (lo-fi) record player touches it, you can't play it on my stereo. You have to make a decision now.' "

And so the die was cast. "Right from my first record I knew the difference between hi- and lo-fi," Miller observes. A few years later he graduated from playing guitar on tennis rackets to a garage band called the Electric Onion. Yes, they probably made eyes water, but that didn't deter Miller.

"I got into noise when I bought a Lafayette reverb from a catalogue for $29 in 1969. I put it on my guitar amp and cranked it to 10 and did this thing with its springs shaking so it would feedback. That's when I[really] got into noise." [original noise exposure was early mickey mouse radio am radio squelching static twiddling, plastic trash can banging, and abstract toy piano tinkling around 1961-64 in Virgina.]

Then, when he taped Hendrix's Axis: Bold As Love on reel-to-reel and accidentally rethreaded it backwards: "I heard the sound reversed and thought I could build on that."

Nourished by the mix of pot, acid, and other psychedelics and phantasticants common to '60s and early-'70s musical growth, Miller's interest in sonic exploration blossomed as he reached adulthood. In the mid '70s he went to engineering school in California, then returned to North Carolina (in 80s) to mix live sound and produce his younger brother's band.

"I ended up doing live sound for another band and ended up in Boston when their five-week tour ended, so I stayed, got my brother to send my stuff up, and I've never left."

In fact, he's become a fixture. He set up his own eight-track recording studio and produced and mixed live bands at night while working by day at Daddy's Junky Music. "It was a great place to be. I'd do my job and sell gear, but I also used it as my office. I'd book sessions and live sound gigs and meet musicians there. I have gigs recording now that I can trace back to my Daddy's days."

Reeves Gabrels

A slew of Boston punk, art-rock, and free-improv artists have come under his microphones in the '90s, including Saturnalia, Nisi Period, and Roger Miller. Yet BTM's work as a recordist for others is in striking contrast to his own Out of Band Experience, Drum Army, and other recordings. "With early OBE I was stoned out of my mind trying to fuck with my head, so the first album was about overindulgence. I had all these other musicians who I knew come in and blast down tracks, almost randomly at times, and I borrowed all these samples. Most of the guests [including premier Boston guitarists Reeves Gabrels and Rich Gilbert, who now play for David Bowie and Frank Black, respectively] were kind of too big to be in the band all the time. So I got to take their contributions and create my own thing. Since nobody was in OBE in the first place except me, it was kind of a dream band -- one that wouldn't break up. (original core band featured BTM with Andy Deckard on Drums and Jeff Cohen on Bass & Stick.)

"These days OBE is more arranged. I'm looking for something that's more based on hit-type hooks." He says this with tongue not entirely in cheek. "Hey, stranger things have happened." He also has no limits and will attempt to create sounds from any instrument or object.

"But when I'm recording other people's bands, I'm the co-pilot. I would never inflict my own aesthetic on people, like, 'Hey, I think we need to put in some backwards guitars and moaning nymphos!' "

Oddly, that's made him a popular engineer/producer with hardcore and metal bands. Subjugator, Disrupt, Grief, and Dropdead are among his projects. Those are very loud bands to record within the small confines of Headroom, a practice space about the size of six walk-in closets with nothing to separate the control-booth zone from the blasting Marshall amps. But the natural bleed-through of amplifiers and drums pouring into each other's microphones and smacking down to tape can be a virtue.

"The key with raw metal and hardcore bands is almost anti-production. They'd go into the studio and the guys would be trying to clean them up. I'm like, 'Set it up and let it go. Grab the hand-held mike and roll around on the floor. I'll make it work.' "

As you'd imagine from a man whose studio has all the comforts of home -- including a ceiling-suspended skull, tapestries, snacks, a refrigerator, and a cat -- as well as piles of essential recording gear, Miller spends a lot of his time at Headroom. So making things work is never an issue. Sharing's more his problem.

"I don't really encourage bands to record here. I'd just like to hog it myself. Producing and recording my own shit in here, I have god-like control over everything.

"What I'm really getting into now is remixes. That's where I want to focus with my stuff and other bands. I think I can find a niche there, because if musicians know what I do, they can send me their multi-tracks and I can sample it and loop it -- give it the Bill T. Miller treatment. I can collaborate with other artists but still have some creative freedom. I'm not just the engineer."

Certainly Miller's aspirations are loftier than mere engineering. "There was a time when I believed in the corporate structure and trying to get signed. There was a time I wanted Grammys, and I kinda still do.

"But now I realize I'm not writing those kinds of songs, and the corporate structure has nothing to do with music. So I signed myself, started putting out my own records. And now I'm going for Underground Cult God."

* note: attempts at dry humour and self-spoofing sometimes got lost in translation. some of the quotes are sorta manufactured from the gist of actual fragments of btm ramblings. considering the maze of words that were bounced around during the conversation it all works somehow as a zig zag retrospective cira 1999. In other words, I never actually said the exact words in some of the quotes in this article. - BTM

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