By Brian Turk
By Drew AIles
By Taylor Boylston
By Bree Davies
By Emerald O'Brien
By Gina Tron
By Jon Solomon
How do the members of Girl Trouble explain the band's unbelievably slow creative pace? "We're just lazy," says K.P. Kendall, the band's vocalist and saxophonist. "When something fun comes along, like if there's a good band in town or a good show on TV, we tend to skip our music duties. So I guess you could say that a lot of the delay is due to dinking around on our part."
Of course, it didn't help that while recording the songs for Tuesdays, Kendall and his compadres (guitarist/vocalist Kahuna, bassist/ vocalist Dale Phillips and drummer Bon Von Wheelie) were plagued by disturbed studio owners, disappearing DATs and a raft of other difficulties that would have had Job hollering "uncle." A misunderstanding involving engineer Brett DeRoscher was typical.
"We had all the master tapes mixed down, and he took them to get a CD burned so we could see how it sounded--and he just vanished," Kendall explains. "We went to his studio, we left messages on his beeper, but we couldn't find the guy anywhere. Three months later he called and left us a message saying he had been in L.A. auditioning for a job and he was sorry, and blah, blah, blah. But by that time, I didn't want to hear it. I was too pissed."
With DeRoscher temporarily out of the picture, Kendall says, "we went to this place on Sixth Street to do the job. We had heard some horror stories about it, but we had never actually worked there, so we thought we'd give it a shot. The first thing I noticed when we got there was that the owner looked exactly like Steve McDonald from Redd Kross, which was a plus, because I love Redd Kross. But then the guy spoke, and I knew we were in trouble, because whenever he said something, he always said it with his eyes closed--and when he did open his eyes, they were always kind of rolling up into his head. At the time, I didn't think he was on drugs or anything; I just thought he had a nervous tic. After I got the CDs, though, it was obvious the guy was on something, because three of the songs were mixed at half-speed. They sounded like fucking funeral marches. I just had to throw my hands in the air at that point. We threw all the tapes in the garbage and started over."
The band wasn't faring much better with its prospective label, Estrus. Dave Crider, Estrus's owner, had expressed interest in backing the Girl Trouble disc--and since he'd previously issued a successful single and a couple of compilation tracks by the band, the match seemed like a good one. But the partnership went sour when Girl Trouble and Crider disagreed about the printing of the CD's jacket. At the end of their collective rope, the musicians decided to bypass the process of shopping for a label and put out Tuesdays on their own imprint, Wig Out Records.
According to Kendall, the split with Crider was inevitable. "It really worked out for the best," he says. "All the problems we were starting to have at Estrus were the same problems we always have with these labels, and it's usually because we aren't happy with the end result. I think, and this is just my personal opinion, that a lot of the people up here that are in the music scene--engineers, bookers, what have you--look at us like, 'Look, you're just this shitty little rock band, and you're not that good, and there are hundreds of you.' But the way I look at it is, 'Yeah, we're a shitty little rock band, but it's our shitty little rock band, and this is how we want it.'
"When you turn your record over to someone else, it's almost like turning your baby over to someone," he goes on. "They start doing things with it, and before you know it, you're telling them, 'Uuuuhhhh, get that thing out of his mouth. He doesn't like it when you do that.' Things like that. It's a weird feeling."
In this instance, Girl Trouble's overprotective impulses were justified: Tuesdays is the band's classiest piece of work yet. The players push the same sort of groovy, thrift-store nuggets throughout the disc that have made them longtime cult favorites, but this time around they've put a few new items on display. The twangy "Louisianappeal" would sound at home on an Appalachian folk platter if it weren't for Kahuna's husky, hotrod fretwork and Wheelie's shake-and-bake drum fills, and "Mr. Thackery's Day Off," the CD's final cut, almost--almost--has a pop ring to it. Add classic Trouble tunes like "Intoxicating Criminal Die Cast Cool," "Live With No Tomorrow" and the Cramps-meet-Johnny-Cash dirge "Common Law Loners," and you have a record for a time capsule--a delinquent-teen exploitation soundtrack sans the celluloid.