I'm feeling pretty fortunate these days," declares Nathaniel Rateliff, sitting on the front porch of his Baker neighborhood home. The singer-songwriter is still buzzing from the string of shows he just finished on Daytrotter.com's Barnstormers Tour. He's been home just long enough to run a few errands, pour himself a glass of wine, have a quick smoke and gather his thoughts before he tackles the rest of his day, which should be pretty monumental. In a few hours, Rateliff is due at Twist & Shout for an intimate in-store performance commemorating the release of In Memory of Loss, his Rounder Records debut.
For the better part of the past five years, Rateliff's been a darling of the Denver scene, both on his own under the Wheel moniker and fronting Born in the Flood. But despite being a household name in the Mile High City, he's still an unknown quantity to many music fans across the rest of the country. Today he'll officially make the acquaintance of those who haven't already been blown away by his powerful voice and gently bewitching songs — and he'll undoubtedly win them over, too.
Long before Rateliff was an indie sensation attracting the notice of Vanity Fair and touted by Brooklyn Vegan in the same breath as Bon Iver, the singer-songwriter was a carefree miracle baby from rural Missouri who spent his time climbing trees and setting off beaver traps, thinking a lot about God — probably too much for a kid his age — and then later trying to imagine there was no heaven. In his fiercely spiritual family, the afterlife was hardly imaginary. Doubting heaven was like doubting God, and there was no question of His existence. After all, how else could you explain how Rateliff's father, Cecil, aka "Bud," who'd been diagnosed with Burkett's lymphoma and pancreatitis at the age of nineteen, was healed completely after his wife's friends laid hands on him?
Rateliff knows this story by heart. He traveled around with his parents as a child and heard his dad tell the tale over and over about how he was given six months to live and then, astoundingly, went into remission. And how it was a miracle that he'd later had a child. "After that, they told my dad if he had any kids, they'd be dead or deformed," recalls Rateliff. "That was me. So I was like my mom and dad's miracle baby."
By the time Rateliff entered his teen years, he was listening almost exclusively to Christian rock. But as he sifted through his father's record collection, he discovered the difference between the pious paeans he'd been listening to and rebellious rock songs. "Hearing that John Lennon song 'Imagine' for the first time, I couldn't get it out of my head," he says. "But my mom and my dad were like, 'You know, you probably shouldn't sing that. It's a really humanistic song.' I never thought about it until years later that humanism is not really a bad thing, because we're human.
"I was always taught that God had created music," Rateliff explains. "And I thought, 'Well, if God had created music, how come our songs aren't any better than 'Imagine'?"
It was the first of many soul-searching queries for Rateliff, which increased after his father was killed in an automobile accident on his way to church when Nathaniel was just thirteen. By the time he was sixteen, he'd dropped out of school and gotten a job. A few years later, he and his best friend, Joseph Pope III, signed up for Youth With a Mission, an international evangelical ministry that sent them to Denver. To make the trip, which they sort of saw as a chance to escape rural life in Missouri, the two worked twelve-hour shifts in a plastic factory to save money.
When the duo arrived in Denver, Rateliff's faith really began to unravel. "For some reason, I moved away from actual belief in Christianity — even with that story being the basis and start of my life," Rateliff recounts. "I really started questioning: If God existed and God was loving, why did all this bad shit happen in my life? Why did everybody die? Why did the personal things that happened to me happen?" By the time he'd completed a mission trip and two phases of training, those questions were so ponderous that Rateliff moved away from the organization and ultimately from God — but not from Denver. He wasn't interested in going back to Missouri, so he stayed in town and eventually found work, first as a carpenter building decks and later at a trucking company.
But the time he spent at the trucking company proved momentous, because it was there that he honed his vocals. In an effort to entertain his co-workers on the loading dock (and also himself, later, when the radio was banished), Rateliff — already a burgeoning musician who'd spent hours with Pope in the basement making feedback years earlier — taught himself how to mimic classic soul singers.