By Show and Tell
By Bree Davies
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Stout grew up in Texas, a state that's not exactly known as a breeding ground for electronica practitioners. His introduction to the sound that he would later make his own came at age thirteen, when he caught a Houston concert by French electro-composer Jean-Michel Jarre. Truth be told, the florid playing of Jarre (whose brother Maurice is a sought-after creator of film soundtracks) is worlds away from most dance music; it's closer in spirit to progressive rock. But to Stout, Jarre's multi-layered keyboard stylings sounded like the future. In fact, the laser-rific spectacular made such a deep impression on the kid that he promptly went home and asked his parents for a synthesizer.
Thanks to the skills taught to him by his mother, a classically trained musician, Stout quickly learned the ins and outs of his new toy. His fledgling programming abilities led to positions at gear shops and apprenticeships at Houston studios. Even then, he remembers, "I wanted to make dance music. But everybody told me I needed to get a real job or go to school." He was accepted at Boston's Berklee College of Music, but after learning how expensive attending the institution would be, "I asked some of the people working at the studios if they thought it was worth it. They all told me I had more knowledge and experience than any member of the graduating class at one of those schools. So I killed that idea."
Instead, Stout formed a solo act, Machine 13. But, he says, "Houston was totally clueless about my electronic music--so I moved to Denver." His first night in town, he attended a party thrown by Bradley. "We became friends before I even realized he was a rave promoter," Stout notes. "We were both into the new techno sound, so Julian suggested we play as a band at his next rave, a Halloween event at the old 23rd Parrish space." The bash in question--1992's "A Nightmare on Blake Street"--was marred by misunderstandings between the culturally diverse attendees and was eventually shut down by Denver-area cops. But years later, scenesters still describe it as one of the best parties ever thrown in the state, in part because it was where Nebula 9 was conceived.
Before long, Stout, the musical backbone of the band, established Nebula 9's sonic thumbprint: a fast, light version of techno-trance whose metallic edge lacked the abrasive qualities of either industrial or hard trance. The meat of Nebula's tracks consisted of simple keyboard arrangements intertwined with minimalist rhythm beds and processed through an impressive array of studio equipment. The accessibility of the style, coupled with Bradley's energetic promotion, resulted in a quick climb to local fame for the combo. "We ended up playing at many of the first raves in Colorado during 1992-1993, and as a result, Nebula 9 became a staple on the after-hours event scene," Stout attests. "We performed at the same parties as Hipp-E and Larry Bishop, two of Denver's pioneer techno DJs. And we opened for Moby and Autechre, who are giants of techno."
After a couple of years spent rubbing shoulders with such artists during area appearances, Stout says, "I realized that Nebula 9 needed to make some changes. We had pretty much played the local scene out and were ready to go further--so we decided to go national." Stout promptly got a gig remixing "Never Get Enough," a single by the Warner Bros./Sire act Waterlillies; his two mixes appeared alongside variations by house-music legend Junior Vasquez (a longtime Madonna associate) and major-label mixologist Ben Grosse (who's worked with k.d. lang). During the same period, he spent $10,000 "designing a rig for touring that would be very portable yet be able to create the Nebula 9 sound live. We had samplers, mixers, effects banks, keyboards, mikes and everything else, all of which had to be reconfigured in small sizes so that we could move the equipment around easily."
Such musical utensils sound as if they have more in common with a NASA satellite launch then a live show, but they're absolutely necessary for the making of music in the Space Age. Unlike, say, the early Bob Dylan, who was able to travel with little more than a guitar, Nebula 9 simply could not perform without the assistance of its electronic friends. But the effort was certainly worthwhile. Stout and Bradley introduced themselves to New York City's tastemakers during a New Year's Eve, 1994, turn at Limelight, the descendent of Studio 54, and subsequently worked at two of the metropolis's other famous late-night venues, the Tunnel and Velvet. "We started making a lot of contacts, got shows booked and put out some EPs and singles," Stout elaborates. "Julian was the king of networking, so that kept us moving around the country throughout the next two years. We played Miami, Seattle, San Francisco and everywhere else. We even did some Canadian shows. And at the end of 1995, we played this absolutely huge party in Los Angeles called Circa. For a band from Denver, Colorado, to make it to L.A. and play at a party like Circa was incredible. Nebula 9 had a momentum that just wouldn't stop."