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In the Moroccan-tiled patio of downtown LA's Figueroa Hotel, Will Oldham and a half-dozen friends and acquaintances have been drinking for a few hours now. One person's already gone to puke and returned to continue drinking. RTX singer Jennifer Herrema, who's on this trip for "moral support," leans on Oldham's shoulder while he relays a grotesque conversation he had with some fellow travelers as they cruised through the Hollywood Hills the night before.
It was foggy, he recalls, taking a sip of his Patrón tequila. The car's headlights accentuated the mist in front of them, which spawned an abstract, whimsical thought: "Imagine if men ejaculated not with a liquid, but with steam. Like, every time you came, it sprayed out instead of squirting."
He describes how they continued to roll through the misty hills, laughing at their notion, when a new idea occurred to them: The fog they penetrated, it was decided, was the collected spoo of Hollywood.
Oldham, who records his lonesome electric folk music these days as an oft-mascara'd character named Bonnie "Prince" Billy, did his time in the Hollywood fog when he was a young man in the late '80s. But he fled not long after arriving, and so telling stories like this one eases the distaste he often feels about inserting himself into the record-industry promotion machine. After wrestling with the rigamarole of album rollouts for twenty years, he's come to hate the requisite interviews and, especially, the photo shoots. But he has a remarkable new album out called Beware, and he still has to pay the bills. This is why, after being cooped up in his hotel suite since morning, he's come to sit beside the empty pool under a crescent moon for one more conversation.
Oldham's beard is as dense and tangled as an Appalachian forest, and it's growing so long that it's starting to Yosemite-Sam in the middle. He's in a good mood and flashes a cheesy, round smile that, coupled with his joyful eyes, has no doubt charmed many a stranger. That charisma is likely what landed him the choice role of a teenage preacher in John Sayles' 1987 film Matewan, about a union clash between coal companies and miners. At age eighteen, having never set foot in Hollywood, Oldham — who had been attending Brown University after growing up in Louisville, Kentucky — found himself working with actors Chris Cooper, James Earl Jones and David Strathairn in a deadly serious story set 250 miles east of his birthplace. Oldham looks like he's about twelve in the film, but he delivers defiant sermons with the vigor of an aged snake handler. His work earned him good notices, so he headed West.
After dealing with LA cattle calls, landing a role in "this TV movie about Baby Jessica, who fell down the well in Texas," and realizing that his first filmmaking experience had been the exception to the rule, he made a decision. "I can't be a professional actor," he recalls thinking, "because you can't count on being the exception." Oldham says he felt a profound sense of loss, and returned to Kentucky. "It went to, 'Well, I don't even know. I wish I could just die now.'"
His two brothers, one older, one younger, played music, and Oldham had close contacts in the budding Louisville post-punk scene, so he gravitated there and started thinking about songwriting. "I realized, 'Oh, I can take all that I've learned from acting and put it in there as well. And what if I try and do it myself? Make these productions, put these groups together.' The point was to have quality of life as part of the equation."
He joined up with his friends in a band called Slint and recorded a seven-inch record under the name Palace Brothers called "The Ohio Riverboat Song." He released it in 1993 on an up-and-coming Chicago record label called Drag City, and a tiny little segment of the world took notice.
Sixteen years later, Oldham has accumulated a vast body of work through his "productions" — first as Palace Brothers, then shortened to Palace, then changed to Palace Songs, then to Bonnie "Prince" Billy — each release another plot line in a gnarled, nonlinear story. He erects these fictions through songs about cinematographers and Russian novelists, about Japanese filmmakers and impending death, burning balls and lust and hate. I've followed the narratives that whole time, lapping up each little story and crafting a world from the tidbits. Though he's far from a household name, in a certain segment of the music world, Oldham's work is considered essential listening.
The world of Beware is typically dark, but there are a lot of belly laughs in it, too. The cover is modeled a little bit after Neil Young's Tonight's the Night — and, in fact, a lot of the songs suggest Young's record as an inspiration. But unlike Young, Oldham employs marimbas and a well-placed flute to convey his stories. One of the best is a romp about the joy of casual sex called "You Don't Love Me."
Details are important to Oldham, and part of a lesson learned from a lifetime of being a fan of "constructing stories between records of artists that I love, or movies. Every clue is important. It could be a thank-you credit, an artist's credit, just a font, or something like that. But knowing that the back-story is important to everything you put together is as important as anything else." Oldham allows for that kind of experience, striving to create a piece that, he says, is "not just the material and the listener, but the material, the listener and one or two other things from the world at large." Hence the period when he wore mirrored cop sunglasses at his gigs and insisted that people call him "Push," or his appearance as a policeman in an episode of R. Kelly's video series, "Trapped in the Closet," or the very song title "You Have Cum in Your Hair and Your Dick Is Hanging Out," from his mid-'90s high-water mark, Arise Therefore. (Oldham has a bawdy brain and a wicked sense of humor.)