You Don’t Have To Be A Brain Surgeon To Recognize A Good Story
The Brain Surgeons are as unlikely
a bar band as you’ll ever see in C-bus.
By
Steve Sirk
Columbus Wired Columnist
8/8/02
Cushion stuffing bulged out from slits in the chairs. Cigarette
burns marred the unwiped tabletops. The pool table was
unscientifically leveled with what appeared to be the beer-soaked
remnants of an old phone book jammed under one of the nicked-up
table legs. A thatch of tangled wires hung from the ceiling, making
me thankful that more electricity wasn’t being used to illuminate
the subterranean dive that is Bernie’s Distillery. The place hardly
looked sterile enough to stage a cockfight, much less brain surgery.
Nevertheless, the Brain Surgeons set up shop on August 1st and
prepared to rock Columbus on the final weekend of the 2002 summer
tour.
I’m willing to wager that the Brain Surgeons are unlike any other
band that has graced the Bernie’s Distillery stage. The New York
City trio features a platinum-selling rocker in Blue Oyster Cult
founder/drummer Albert Bouchard (drums, mandolin, harmonica,
vocals), who also happens to have a Masters degree in English. The
Brain Surgeons also contain a renowned rock critic in Bouchard’s
wife, Deborah Frost (vocals, guitar, bass), whose words have graced
the pages of every major music magazine under the sun, be it Rolling
Stone, Spin, the Village Voice, Mojo or any of a dozen others.
Rounding out the trio is David Hirschberg (bass, guitar, vocals),
who may very well be the first musician to take the stage at
Bernie’s with an intimate knowledge of bassoons.
When a cruddy campus bar plays host to a cast of characters like
these, you just know there’s a story. And it’s not the sad one you’d
expect.
****
In 1981, Albert Bouchard was living every rock musician’s dream. As
a founding member of Blue Oyster Cult, a group that included, among
others, his brother Joe and his dear friend Donald “Buck Dharma”
Roeser, Bouchard had sold millions of records and toured the world.
The band’s latest hit, “Burnin’ For You”, was burning up the
American airwaves.
Being a wild and crazy rock star was the greatest show on earth…and
then it was over. In August of that year, after some in-fighting and
group turmoil, Bouchard and BOC parted ways. “It boiled down to a
disagreement between Don (Buck) and myself on how I was
conducting my personal life,” said Bouchard. “He also felt this was
affecting my playing in the band.” (The final straw was Bouchard’s
less-than-punctual entrance at a pair of shows in England, where he
arrived at each gig after five or so songs had already been played.)
Suddenly adrift from the entity to which he had devoted his career’s
work, Bouchard took a year to regroup. Then, in early 1983, he began
working on what was to be his masterpiece: Imaginos. The brainchild
of Sandy Pearlman, BOC’s original manager and producer, the Imaginos
story (subtitled “A Bedtime Story For the Children of the Damned”)
was a parable of good vs. evil that is much to complex to boil down
into a mere sentence or two. (There’s a reason Stephen King’s books
are 275207502 pages long!) While a handful of songs from the
Imaginos saga had appeared on earlier BOC albums, the band never
properly recorded the entire concept album. Bringing the full story
to life was now Bouchard’s quest.
For the next three years, Bouchard slaved over the Imaginos project-
writing, recording, and producing. “It was the most sustained effort
for a body of work I have done so far,” he said.
And then…nothing. The record company, CBS, brought the project to a
screeching halt. Crushed, Bouchard then took gigs drumming as a
backup musician and taught private drum lessons at the Drummer
Collective.
In 1988, it appeared as though Bouchard’s big break had finally
come. CBS was going to release Imaginos after all. Not only that,
but Eric Bloom and Buck Dharma had recorded new vocal tracks over
Bouchard’s masters. Imaginos would be released as a Blue Oyster Cult
album, with all five original band members being credited as
contributors.
The dream
of BOC’s ultimate masterpiece had become a reality.
The drummer’s elation was short-lived however, when it became
apparent that CBS was just cashing in on the BOC name to resurrect a
project that had been left for dead. Bouchard was not invited to
tour with the band. BOC felt they were doing Bouchard a favor by at
least getting his project out to the masses. Bouchard felt his
record had been hijacked. Either way you slice it, there was no
reunion.
“At first I though they made some kind of mistake and I could talk
them into changing their minds,” Bouchard said. “I quickly realized
that I was starting to sound
like some kind of nut or desperate person at best.”
Twice shunned by the band he founded and with his prized project
pilfered, Albert Bouchard’s music career was at a crossroads. After
doing some soul-searching, he took a new course of action. He
scouted and produced bands for smaller labels like Roadrunner and
Megaforce. He went back to college and got a BA in Music and a
Masters in English. And most importantly for this story, he also
started stockpiling songs he’d written with his wife.
*****
I don’t know if Deborah Frost was “born to be wild”, but when you’re
born in a theater during a production of Cyrano de Bergerac, you’re
definitely born to be something. Fiercely independent and uncommonly
intelligent, Frost taught herself to read at the age of three and
eventually skipped ahead not one, but two grades. By the time she
turned 16, Frost was working in the theater, living on her own, and
would have dropped out of school if it weren’t for the fact that by
the time she was old enough to legally do it, she had all but
graduated.
Growing up surrounded by the arts, Frost was always driven by her
creativity. But the first inkling that rock music might be her future
was when Frost caught her first glimpse of the Beatles, who affected
her differently than her classmates. “When I saw the Beatles,” she
recalled, “I thought to myself ‘That’s what I want to do.’ When the
other girls would talk about which Beatle they wanted to have as a
boyfriend, I thought that was bizarre. I wanted to have a band with
other girls!”
Being as determined an individual as she is, it should come as no
surprise that Frost did form her own all-girl band, drumming for an
outfit called Flaming Youth. Despite being “too much, too soon”, the
band lived with poet Allen Ginsberg and shared the stage with the
likes of the New York Dolls and pre-phenomenon KISS. (Not so
coincidentally, the latter band recorded a song called “Flaming
Youth” a few years later.)
In addition to loving rock and roll, Frost had always been a writer.
She had written a play at the tender age of 16 and had submitted it
to legendary Broadway producer/director Joseph Papp, who personally
met with her to tell her she was “the voice of her generation.”
(Although the play was never produced.) The marriage of rock and
writing would occur when an editor from Circus magazine attended a
Flaming Youth show and then went back to Ginsberg’s place to hang
out with the band. After initially blowing off Frost’s interest in
writing rock criticism, the editor called back the next day and
offered Frost the assignments that others didn’t want.
“I loved music and I loved writing,” she said. “Coming up, the rock
scene was all new. It was a different kind of writing and a personal
kind of writing that was important to me. I thought that Bob
Christgau (rock critic / editor of the Village Voice) was as
important as Mick Jagger.”
And thus began a prolific career in rock journalism that would take
her to the pinnacle of her profession. She crossed rock’s gender
barrier. She jetted around the world. She got to hang out with Paul
McCartney, one of the Fab Four that inspired her musical ambitions
in the first place.
But her career also left her unfulfilled. “I remember walking up to
a newsstand in New York City and thinking ‘I bet there is not one
writer who’s in as many different magazines on this newsstand as I
am. But who gives a f---? Nobody!’”
****
Bouchard and Frost met in 1984 through a common friend, punk rocker
Helen Wheels. Avid body builders, Frost and Wheels worked hard at
sculpting their bodies at the same New York gym. When Frost
mentioned she was training for the New York Marathon, Wheels said
that her drummer was also an avid runner. Frost was floored when she
was told that the drummer in question was BOC’s Albert Bouchard.
(The irony being that a decade earlier, Frost had declined the same
position in Wheels’ band under the conceit that she was “nobody’s
back-up musician.”)
Since Central Park is primarily inhabited by nocturnal musicians and
other “unemployed” fringe-dwellers during the day, it was only
inevitable that Frost and Bouchard began bumping into each other
during training runs. Soon they began running together, and
developed a very strong friendship. Two years later, they began to
date. And two years after that, they were married.
They were partners not only in life and love, but also in
songwriting.
****
Fueled by the disappointment of the Imaginos debacle, Bouchard was
determined to make music on his terms. “I turned my energy inward
and started writing more songs and learning more about the music I
liked,” he said.
Frost had excelled as a writer and even as a painter, but she wanted
to make music again. “I like to express myself in words, and even
through art, but they don’t offer the same immediate gratification
and satisfaction that music does.”
And so it was only natural the Bouchard and Frost focused on making
new music. The initial concept, however, was not to form a new
group. The idea was to get a publishing contract writing songs for
other artists. That idea hit a snag when there seemed to be little
market for off-kilter songs with strange titles like “The Brain From
Terra Incognita” and “(666) The Devil Got Your Mother.”
“Nobody wanted to do our songs,” laughed Bouchard. “They were too
strange; too dark. They weren’t pop.”
“We couldn’t do that Bryan Adams thing,” chuckled Frost.
“Bryan Adams is the best at that,” said Bouchard. “To make some
sappy thing with the same three chords and make it cool, I don’t
know how he does it. He’s the best at churning out those terrible
songs that you have to love.”
“He’s so sincere, but I couldn’t do that without cracking up,” Frost
continued. “’Your eyes are blue / My love is true’…I just couldn’t
do it. I have to say something weird.”
The couple had plenty of weird things to say, and friends and
colleagues were impressed by what they heard. At their urging,
Bouchard and Frost formed their own independent label (the cleverly
named Cellsum Records) and recorded an album. The Brain Surgeons’
debut, Eponymous, was released in 1994.
“It was an experiment to see if we could do it and make any money
and to see if
we could get some attention in the press,” said Bouchard. “It was
really just a small sample of the songs we'd made demos of. I also
had a desire to make it different
from the work that I done in the past.”
The album certainly wasn’t “BOC Lite.” Eponymous was unlike anything
in Bouchard’s musical past. The album hyperspaced between jangly
pop, straight ahead rock, crunching metal, and quirky, funky
horn-tinged numbers that almost defy description. Oh, and there was
an a cappella version of “Love Potion #9” thrown in for good
measure.
The original experiment called for The Brain Surgeons to be strictly
a studio entity, but all of that changed when fans started clamoring
for live performances. Also, the album was picked up for
distribution by Ripe ‘N’ Ready Records- a deal that was contingent
on the Brain Surgeons playing some live dates in support of the
record.
This, of course, required a band.
****
David Hirschberg was raised in a musical family in New York City. As
a child, he attended The School of Musical Education on 94th Street,
where they unsuccessfully tried to teach him to play piano. (“I was
too stupid for piano,” he claims.) Instead, Hirschberg picked up the
clarinet and excelled at it. The School of Musical Education prided
itself on grooming musicians for serious music careers in symphony
orchestras, a future that did not interest Hirschberg in the least,
so he left.
In middle school, Hirschberg then learned to play the tenor
saxophone, but gave it up when he couldn’t afford one of his own. In
high school, the naturally gifted Hirschberg learned to play the
bassoon for the school orchestra. But then he gave that up too
because the instrument was too expensive. ($1500 back in the 1970s!)
Hirschberg then “borrowed” his sister’s guitar and taught himself
how to play folk tunes and finger-picking blues numbers.
Upon receiving an alto saxophone as a birthday gift from his sister,
possibly in an attempt to get her guitar back, Hirschberg became a
dedicated sax man. It was his sax playing that introduced him to
Bouchard who, oddly enough, started dabbling in the sax himself. The
pair ended up playing sax in a local oldies band, doing James Brown
tunes and the like.
When Bouchard told Hirschberg he was recording an album, the latter
wanted to be involved in any way imaginable. “When Albert starting
making Eponymous,” Hirschberg recalled, “I remember saying to him,
‘I don’t care if it’s a fart noise, but I want to make some kind of
sound on your album.’ Albert came up with some sax parts, so
whatever sax is on that album is him & me.”
Hirschberg was one of the musicians that Bouchard contacted when it
came time to assemble a touring version of the Brain Surgeons.
Rather than the sax, Bouchard asked Hirschberg to play bass, an
instrument about which the sax man had only a fleeting knowledge.
“Al came to me and asked how I felt about playing bass,” Hirschberg
said. “I said I didn’t play bass and told him to get somebody real.
Then eight days before the very first gig, he said, ‘David, I asked
you before, and now I’m telling you: I need you to play bass. We
have ten songs and you have eight days to learn them. We need you.’”
And so Hirschberg quickly taught himself the songs and successfully
performed them onstage. “We did the first show and I didn’t pee
myself,” chuckled Hirschberg. “That was that. I was now a bass
player. I went out and bought my own bass.”
A pair of guitar slingers rounded out the Brain Surgeons. Albert had
discovered a young player named Peter Bohovesky while producing
records and deemed him to be a suitable fit. And the Helen Wheels
connection paid off handsomely again, as Bouchard was able to
recruit former Helen Wheels Band guitarist Billy Hilfiger (yes,
Tommy’s brother) to join the Brain Surgeons as well. Hilfiger had
also played with Bouchard’s brother Joe in a band called The
X-Brothers.
As a quintet, the Brain Surgeons took to the studio and recorded a
pair of phenomenal albums. 1995’s Trepanation and 1996’s Box of
Hammers saw the band take on more of a traditional rock style, sans
some of the over-exuberant quirkiness that was both the strength and
weakness of their debut effort. Despite a more traditional style of
rock, both Trepanation and Box of Hammers took plenty of unexpected
twists and turns to keep the recordings a comfortable distance from
the music-by-numbers category.
Malpractise, 1997s release, was an abrupt change of pace. The album
was a jarring hodge-podge of heavy cover tunes juxtaposed with
acoustic numbers. Of particular interest to BOC fans was the
inclusion of an acoustic version of “The Girl That Love Made Blind”,
an Imaginos tune that was left off of that album.
In late 1999, the Brain Surgeons released their most ambitious album
to date, the two-CD set Piece of Work. The band’s enthusiasm for the
release was tempered by a sobering development. Hilfiger was
diagnosed with brain cancer. His participation in the Piece of Work
sessions was haphazard as he underwent treatment, and touring became
a difficult proposition.
“It was hard,” said Bouchard. “We didn't want to make him leave the
band just because he was sick, so we didn't want to get a
replacement. That's why Deborah started learning his parts so she
could cover for him when he'd mess up or if he couldn't make the
gig. In 1999, we didn't play any shows because we didn't
know what would happen with him.”
Hilfiger made a few appearances with the band in 2000, the last one
being in April. He died on September 15th of that year at the age of
45.
“We had many dashed hopes for his recovery,” said Bouchard. “By the
time he died, we were expecting it.”
With Hilfiger’s untimely demise, the devastated Surgeons opted not
to replace their departed friend. Instead, the band carried on as a
trio. (Bohovesky had unexpectedly quit the band, and music in
general, earlier that year.) Frost and Hirschberg both hunkered down
on the guitar playing, and Frost learned the bass as well. The two
of them switch off and guitar and bass duties during live shows.
Hirschberg summed it up thusly:
“We lost our two guitar guys, and they were great. But I think it’s
the best thing that has happened to us in terms of our growth. We
were waiting for Billy to get better, but then it became apparent he
wasn’t going to be able to play anymore. We were pretty much
mourning that and then Pete decided that music hadn’t been very good
to him and that he needed to fix Harley Davidson motorcycles. Then
all of a sudden, we hadn’t played in a year. I remember saying
something to Albert that we need to think about getting someone, but
in the meantime we need to start playing or no one will want to play
with us now. We started playing and the trio thing just worked.”
****
The trio took the stage at Bernie’s at approximately 11:00pm.
The band kicked things off with “Name Your Monster” from their 1994
debut Eponymous. The song proved to be a suitable opener as it gave
each musician a chance to announce his or her presence. Frost
delivered snarling vocals and cut loose on a guitar solo, Hirschberg
took advantage of the room he was given and got down on his bass,
and Bouchard banged out some crowd-pleasing drum fills.
The opening number seamlessly segued into a rendition of Bouchard’s
BOC staple “Cities on Flame With Rock & Roll.” With Bouchard
handling vocals, Frost was free to concentrate on her guitar,
matching the riffs of BOC’s Buck Dharma before eschewing Dharma’s
licks in favor of a pleasing soloing style of her own.
After mistakenly thanking the people of Cincinnati (“Hey! They both
start with C!”), Frost introduced “Lady of the Harbor” off of 1999’s
double-album Piece of Work. “This is a song about the city I live
in,” she said. “We had some problems there about a year ago. This
song never made as much sense to me as it did then.”
And with that, Frost sang about the Statue of Liberty. “We’re all
pilgrims in the desert / Crawling across burning sand / Waiting on
delivery / From the village of the damned / Where’s the lady of the
harbor / With her outstretched hand? / Do you have a dream? / Do you
have a dream that you’re dreaming?”
Bouchard introduced the next song as “about a different kind of
lady.” The band then launched into a rollicking version of “The
Revenge of Vera Gemini” off of Blue Oyster Cult’s Agents of Fortune
album. It was a bit of a surprise that Frost chose not to replicate
Patti Smith’s backing vocals from the original BOC album, but the
song was surprisingly unaffected by the void.
The band then took a brief break to take a photo of the crowd, as is
their tradition. One of the more humorous events of the night came
when Bouchard told the audience to say cheese as he aimed his
camera. When the camera flash did not go off, a young woman in the
crowd declared, and I’m quoting here, “it’s not cheesing!” This lead
to an impromptu discussion between Frost and the audience about the
band’s recent visit to the cheese-intensive state of Wisconsin.
When the band commenced playing again, it was Hirschberg’s chance to
take center stage. He and Frost flip-flopped guitar and bass duties
as the band performed “Niagra Falls” off of 2001’s To Helen With
Love album, a tribute record to the late Helen Wheels. Hirschberg
then sang lead vocals on “Elle Sol”, another Wheels tune from the
tribute. The jam in the middle of the latter song was extended from
its all-too-brief album version, giving Hirschberg a chance to
display some of his newfound guitar prowess.
Bouchard then took the limelight as the Brain Surgeons performed an
amazing version of the Blue Oyster Cult classic “Astronomy”, a song
that was recently covered by Metallica on their Garage Inc album. It
was a surreal sight as Bouchard broke out a tiny electric mandolin.
And sang lead vocals. And played drums, working the bass drum and
high-hat with his feet. To see a guy simultaneously singing, playing
a lead solo on a mandolin and drumming made me wish he had a
trombone too, so he would be the living embodiment of one of those
cartoonish one-man-bands.
In rapid-fire succession, the band then rattled off the Imaginos
tune “The Siege and Investiture of Baron von Frankentein’s Castle at
Weisseria”, “Tattoo Vampire” and then “Medusa”, one of the finest
songs in the Brain Surgeons’ catalog. The inside of Bouchard’s bass
drum was illuminated to reveal a Medusa like caricature of Frost,
with the likeness of Bouchard and Hirschberg being among the snakes
emanating from her head.
“Godzilla” nearly brought the house down. Frost invited some
attractive audience members to dance on stage, which turned out to
be calculated, yet eye-pleasing diversion. With slight of hand that
would make Copperfield proud, Bouchard suddenly appeared behind the
drum kit wearing a big Godzilla head. The crowd screamed in delight
as the Lizard King crashed and clanged and bashed and thudded his
way through a show-stopping drum solo.
Seizing the momentum, the Surgeons ripped through a pair of
old BOC songs, “Dominance & Submission” and “The Red & The Black.”
The show finished on a quiet note, as the band delivered a sloppy,
giggly, a cappella rendition of “Love Potion #9.”
The Brain Surgeons delivered a terrific show and clearly enjoyed
themselves in the process. The show was a bit heavy on BOC material,
but considering that most of the BOC tunes were Bouchard-penned
rarities that would be indistinguishable to a casual audience, one
can’t accuse the Surgeons of cashing in on their founder’s past
successes. The bottom line is that a good time was had by all, on
stage and off.
***
After the show, Bouchard took great delight in chatting with the
fans. At one point, he signed an entire stack of old BOC records,
his mouth moving just as fast, if not faster, than his Sharpie.
“I always like to hang out with the fans,” said Bouchard. “One big
difference now (compared to BOC’s heyday) is that nobody gets mad at
me when I do it because the other two are worse than I am!”
Sure enough, Frost quickly made friends with a 26-yeard-old music
fan named Kolene. The two talked for an hour about a wide spectrum
of musical topics, beer, and who knows what else.
“Hanging out with them and talking was really cool,” said Kolene. “I
liked the fact that they didn't have that rock star attitude.”
Kolene had never heard of the Brain Surgeons until happening upon
the show that night. The band’s performance, and their friendliness,
converted her into a fan.
“The show was great,” she said. “Deborah has amazing vocal range,
and the mask that Albert Bouchard wore during Godzilla was great! This was actually one of the
better shows that I have been to in this town. It was good to hear
good rock 'n roll music down there. They are true people, who are in
the music thing because they actually love music.”
Yes, the Brain Surgeons love music. Driving around the country in a
jam-packed van, playing dive bar after dive bar is considered a
chore by hungry young bands that are fighting and clawing their way
up the mountain of their dreams. But when you’ve already been to the
top, and you do it because you want to, rather than have to, the
music is all that matters. Creating it. Sharing it. Connecting with
it.
“I’ve had other bands, but it’s with this band that it is finally
coming together,” said Frost. “It’s been almost 10 years as a live
band and Albert and I have been writing since the 1980s, but I think
it’s now finally starting to come together as a live act and as a
creative outlet. It’s continually evolving, and that’s what it’s all
about.”
***
EPILOGUE
A series of tragic events allowed Bouchard and BOC’s Buck Dharma to
renew their once-strong friendship. When Helen Wheels unexpectedly
passed away in 2000, Bouchard started organizing a tribute album and
concert in her memory. Dharma, who was also a friend of Wheels,
quickly hopped aboard. 2001’s “To Helen With Love” album marked the
first collaboration between Dharma, Albert and Joe Bouchard in 20
years. The trio also got back together on stage for a Billy Hilfiger
tribute concert.
Dharma and Bouchard are now working on a new instrumental project
that will also feature sax player Crispin Cioe. “We’re planning on
using a lot of the people that played instruments on To Helen With
Love, like Tommy Mandel and my brother Joe,” said Bouchard. “That’s
what I’m thinking. But Crispin has people he likes to play with,
which is a whole other scene. And of course Buck has people he likes
to play with. We’ll play it by ear, but the idea is that the three
of us, Buck, Crispin and myself will be on every single track.”
The Brain Surgeons, wrapping up another successful and enjoyable
summer tour, will soon be entering the studio themselves. “We’ve
been working on some new tunes and are planning to go into the
studio later this summer,” said Bouchard. “No release date is set
yet though.”
For more information about the Brain Surgeons, visit the official
Cellsum Records web site at
www.cellsum.com