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"This whole thing started about a year and a half ago," Porcellino says. "The eustachian tubes are pretty much the inner ear, and their purpose is to pressurize and to depressurize--in other words, to equalize pressure. And in my case, they all of a sudden stopped working properly. When I'm exposed to something loud, my inner ear pressurizes, but then it takes days or hours or sometimes a week to depressurize. I feel like I have a balloon in my head all the time." This reaction can be triggered by practically anything, Porcellino says, but he points out that he's especially susceptible to certain types of music. "I can't listen to anything that's very loud, and even if I turn it down, there are some things that don't work. I can listen to classical music and old jazz and Frank Sinatra, who's always been my favorite. But I can't listen to anything harsh, like hardcore or anything really heavy. I really miss listening to my Neil Young records."
The situation was only exacerbated by Porcellino's attempts to play with the Pilotes. By spring of this year, it became obvious that live appearances were simply out of the question. The band's long-planned CD project was jeopardized, too, but Porcellino and his compatriots (including Doug Mioducki and Steve Jacobek) desperately wanted to finish the disc. With the assistance of Apples frontman Robert Schneider, who recorded the first seven tracks at his Elephant Six studio, and Gary Flori, charged with overseeing three other cuts, they succeeded: Wonderful Summer was released a few short weeks ago, and it captures everything that was wonderful about the Pilotes. "Silver Light" and "Song of Love" are catchy, keening pop, while "Like a Storm," "Good Night" and "One Eye Open" are beautifully melancholy. Sometimes the Young influence is a bit too prominent for its own good--"Say Goodbye" is an apt example--but the occasional shortfalls are compensated for by "Long Night" and "June My Dear," a pair of sonic epics that lap at a listener like the moonlight tide. These purely gorgeous efforts stand as an appropriate memorial for the group.
Although Porcellino is proud of Wonderful Summer, he can't listen to much of it: "There are some songs that are just too much for my ears," he acknowledges. He has similar difficulty with the sounds on a couple of the most recent Spit and a Half projects--Dirty on the Shovel, by Flywheel, an Australian trio that makes entertainingly straightforward guitar pop, and a split seven-inch (featuring Cat's Miaow and Stinky Fire Engine) that's part of Spit and a Half's Australian pop series. As such, Porcellino's enthusiasm for the label is waning. "There hasn't been as good a response as I would like," he concedes, "and that, combined with my condition, is making me think about how long I want to keep doing it."
Fortunately, Porcellino has no intention of cutting back on his other creative projects, including "King-Cat" comics, which he's been producing since 1989. (The illustration at the top of this column is on the inside cover of the fiftieth edition of his creation.) He also plans to keep Spit and a Half's publishing and distribution arm shaking. "I've been putting out little self-published or independently published magazines and books for four years now, and that's been much more satisfying and successful than the record label has been. That's probably where the future lies."
In the meantime, Porcellino isn't sitting around grumbling about the hand he's been dealt. After seeing a raft of ear specialists who pretty much waved the white flag, he's finally found a doctor willing to treat him. There's been no major improvement so far, but he insists that "I don't really miss playing that much. The thing about our band is that we were all really good friends, and we're still really good friends. And that helps."
Wonderful Summer is available at area record stores. To receive a catalogue of other Porcellino products, write to: Spit and a Half, P.O. Box 18510, Denver 80218.
In a column that appeared in our July 11 issue, I lauded the appearance of Club Mecca as "something that the Denver-Boulder area has never really had--an all-ages, no-alcohol, after-hours hip-hop club." Unfortunately, the area is in the same boat now as it was before its opening: The venue, at 1360 College Avenue in Boulder, locked its doors for the last time on November 2.