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Fresh from signing a 7-record deal with Capricorn way back in 1993, 311 had dreams of making it big. Who could have guessed just how big they'd make it?


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Sometimes It Pays to be an Asshole

by Tim McMahan


Tim writes...

This story was written way back in February 1993 and was published in The Note, a music magazine out of Lawrence, Kansas,  that called itself "music and entertainment for the Central States." Everyone knew who 311 was at the time. No one knew for sure what would come of their record deal with Capricorn. You were either in the camp that they were destined for stardom, or you thought they were shamelessly ripping off the Chili Peppers. The rumor that was going around at the time was that Flea had cornered Hexum and told him to quit aping his band's style. In retrospect, it was probably bullshit. The fans know that the band didn't exactly rocket to stardom after their first album. It wasn't until one of their videos received heavy rotation, and they got a spot on the Vans Tour, that things started happening. Now their huge, of course.

It should be noted that The Note was really written with the musician in mind. Editor Jeff Shibley loved writers to get the inside industry scoop. Hence, there's a predominance of detail from the execs at Capricorn (I think Shib thought he was doing bands a favor by showing them the ins and outs of the biz, who knows.) I did a follow up story a couple years later, again for The Note. This time the interview took place on the band's tour bus -- they were big time. That one included some details from Gold Mountain, who had just dropped the band (or was it the other way around?) and also included some Nick commentary on specific producers he didn't like working with... and so on. If there's interest out there, I'll also post that story.

Oh yeah, the headline here is as it appeared in the publication (page down a little further and you'll see). I remember Nick saying he liked it. His step mom, Pat Hudson, who I interviewed a few years later, didn't seem to mind the headline, either.

 

 

It had snowed the day before, and cars were parked this way and that in the parking lot outside the Ranch Bowl in Omaha. With no lines to follow, the motorists parked anywhere they damn well pleased, sometimes taking up three or four spaces for their Buicks or imported 4-wheel-drive pick-ups. Others parked where they landed, stuck in a patch of ice; they would sooner leave the car than try to move it. Being stuck was something they'd worry about after blowing a few lines.

It was an unremarkable place to meet a band that Capricorn Records' vice present and general manager Don Schmitzerle said could drain the company of more than a million dollars in advances, marketing and production costs before it was all said and done ("but it's not a million-dollar deal," he was quick to add).

The Ranch Bowl is essentially a glorified bowling alley that's been turned into a music venue, while retaining enough lanes to service any good-sized league play. Tonight's entertainment is Capricorn artist 311, a hardcore funk band known for tearing up a stage with their two rappers and three instrumentalists. Formerly of Omaha and now of Van Nuys, Calif., the boys in the band thought they'd get together and play a show for the locals – what the hell, they were going to be in Omaha visiting the folks anyway.

I met them that afternoon during a break in their sound check. There they were, sitting in the back of the bowling alley, looking like any other table of local college kids in for a few games of pinball, scoping out the Betties. Except maybe for P-Nut, the bassist – his dreadlocks made him look like a wet cat pulled out of a pool. He kept the hair under wraps, hidden beneath a stocking cap that any Def Jam artist would have been proud to wear.

"Excuse me, are you guys 311?"

Cordially, and one at a time, each member introduced himself, said what instrument he played, and shook my hand. It was like meeting a group of Boy Scouts. Vocalist Nick Hexum took the lead on most of the answers, but looked thoughtfully around the table to see if any of his bandmates had any comments.

Later that evening, after the article's photo shoot, drummer Chad Sexton had spied a folded T-shirt lying on the counter in the studio. He liked the logo on the front, and asked photographer Mike Malone if he could wear it for the photos. Afterward, Sexton stripped off the shirt and folded it carefully as a clerk in a K mart store. "Thank you very much for letting me borrow your shirt, Mike," he said meekly to Malone, who later commented that Sexton seemed as well-mannered as a stray dog brought in from the rain.

It was all shocking behavior from a band that has a reputation for being a bunch of assholes. Omaha music "insiders" and members of other band have told me that that's exactly what these guys are. Everyone seems to have a dirty 311 story that he's dying to share, and all of them seem to come down to "Nick is mouthy, and the rest of the guys are arrogant jerks."

Hexum addressed the "asshole factor: this way: "Folks in Omaha have been great supporting us, but we've been faced with a lot of assholes, too – bands downtown who really wanted to keep us out. We were viewed as young upstarts. People accused us of having such a bad attitude. The fact is, without it, we wouldn't have a chance in hell in Los Angeles.

"It's really hard to get attention," Hexum continued, raising his voice above crashing bowling pins and PA announcements. "We're just starting to get fans out there. In Omaha, we had a great fan base. In L.A., we only do occasional shows. It's tough, there's so many bands."

"People out there can't believe we're from Omaha, that our sound came from Nebraska," P-Nut said. "It gives us a leg up."

"We're not the product of some scene," Hexum added.

"We're proud to be from Nebraska," vocalist SA said. "We're from here, we're not diluted from being from somewhere else. Growing up here was sweet. It was a nurturing environment, especially the crowds."

Does Hexum feel the pressure to be a success? "We're pressuring them," he said, then hesitated, adding, "No one's pressuring anyone. We recorded this album way under budget and under schedule. We're doing our own thing.

"You've got to be relentless," Hexum said. "My advice to any young band is that if you're not sure you have what it takes, give up. Only the truly dedicated are going to make it in this business. Back in high school, I used to tell everyone that I was going to make it. If you're not sure about yourself, your chances are slim and none."

Now there's some attitude for you.


"We were viewed as young upstarts. People accused us of having such a bad attitude. The fact is, without it, we wouldn't have a chance in hell in Los Angeles."


 

Picture this: two or three hundred kids (average age 16) packed onto a dance floor moshing, jumping up and down and "crowd surfing" – kids were floating above the crowd on an ocean of raised hands until, sometimes brutally, they fell flat on the floor.

On stage, all five of 311 were shirtless, covered with sweat, bouncing off each other. Hexum and SA were in the midst of a mighty rap duet, screaming their defiant lyrics to a frolicking mass that couldn’t care less what they had to say because they were too busy jumping up and down to pay attention. It was as strange as being in the center of some Middle Eastern religious ritual.

I asked the guy next to me what he thought of the band. "I hate this kind of music," he yelled, hurting my ear. "but I've got to admit, this is a blast."

A key to success: even people who hate this music are going to get caught up in the energy of the band's live shows.

311's rap that night was tight, the bass was sterling, drums were on the edge, guitars were sometimes heavy, sometimes jazzy, and the vocals interlaced as well as any young top-ranked rap act.

They're not your typical rock 'n' roll band, but neither are the Beastie Boys or the Red Hot Chili Peppers, two outfits that 311 most closely resemble and to whom 311 don't like to be compared. In fact, they say they don't like to be compared to anyone, though even to the most casual listener, 311 sounds like a trashier version of some white college rap acts you've seen on MTV.

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"I don't think arrogance is a valuable asset for any band to have, but in order to succeed in the music business, it's the bands and the artists that want it more than most that really pull through. There are a lot of artists vying for air time. Nick was very enterprising."


 

Vocalist Hexum, guitarist Timothy J. Mahoney and drummer Sexton formed their first band, Unity, after they graduated from high school in 1988. They played at a number of Sunset clubs in L.A., then broke up, moved back to Omaha and reformed as 311 with bassist P-Nut and vocalist SA.

But after many gigs and three tapes on their own label, 311 didn't seem to be going anywhere soon. They had sent the tapes out to a handful of record companies before moving back to Van Nuys. Then one day, one of the tapes found its way to Capricorn Records, a division of Warner Bros.

"(Signing 311) was a decision that involved the entire company," Schmitzerle said. "The tape actually came from an associate. Eddy Offord somehow got ahold of it. He's been in the business for a long time, producing Yes's early albums. Eddy had seen 311 once in Los Angeles. When I discovered Eddy was involved, that made the deal much more attractive."

With little fan support in L.A., the band knew there was only one place to woo top-brass A&R guys – back in Omaha. A show was quickly set up and Schmitzerle flew in. The ploy worked.

"They own that town," he said, winding up for a big spin. "That night, they had a real spark. It wasn't the rap that turned my head, but the fact that they did so many things so well. They do a little reggae, some funk, but the very essence of the band can't be labeled. I saw them as part of a larger whole."

Ah, but what about the asshole factor?

"I have to admit, I like Nick's take-no-prisoners attitude," Schmitzerle said. "I don't think arrogance is a valuable asset for any band to have, but in order to succeed in the music business, it's the bands and the artists that want it more than most that really pull through. There are a lot of artists vying for air time. Nick was very enterprising."

According to Schmitzerle and 311, the band was practically signed on the spot with a seven-record deal – two albums and five one-year options.

They took the contract and quickly entered Ocean Studios in Burbank. And behind the knobs was Eddy Offord, the Yes producer who also worked with John Lennon, Billy Squire and the Dixie Dregs. It took them two months to record their first CD, Music, slated for release on Feb. 9. The 12-song release does a good job of catching the band's energy – it's one part Beastie Boys, one part Bob Marley, one part Chili Peppers.

But getting on the air is going to take more than a pouty attitude. How well is 311 going to adapt to industry showcase gigs like the one they recently played over the lunch hour at a warehouse in Burbank? Surrounded by music industry-types in sportcoats and ties who were holding half-empty cocktails and tiny sandwiches served on frilled toothpicks, the band did their best to convince an unknowing, uncaring audience that they were the "next big thing."

"For an artificial situation that doesn't duplicate crowd energy, the band adapted very well," Schmitzerle said. "I'm sure it was strange for them seeing all those suits staring back at them."

The lunchtime show was good enough to impress reps from Gold Mountain, a management group that handles Nirvana, Bonnie Raitt, and yes, the Beastie Boys. With Gold Mountain on their side, all the band needs now is an agent to book shows.

But changes are they'll be staring at those same suits at their next gig: the Gavin Convention. "Bill Gavin publishes a radio tip sheet and hosts and annual convention that draws a good cross-section of people, Schmitzerle said. "It's a golden opportunity."

The three words here are sell, sell, sell. Mark Pucci, Capricorn's vice president of publicity, said the label is currently trying to get 311 written up in the right publications – line The Note, he added like a real PR pro.

"We've had good response so far," Pucci said. "Once the band gets on tour, we'll work hard to support their dates and set up advance interviews with the media."

Schmitzerle agreed. "We have to press the predictable buttons, but our main focus is supporting the touring activity. We'll work this record a long time. We're going to take our time and build from the ground up."

And don’t forget national television. Pucci said he's trying to get 311 on TV shows like "Arsenio." "Our job is to get them seen on videos, television, radio and live performances," he said. "No matter what we try to do to encapsulate their image, it's up to the band to deliver. And this band does."

To top it off, Pucci said a great deal of 311's success could depend on, well, the asshole factor.

"The band has an aggressive attitude, especially Nick," he said. "You have to have that, because it's tough to go from getting attention in Omaha to getting attention nationally. Their work is really just starting. They have the rest of the world to conquer. They'll have to work their butts off as performers, songwriters and musicians; be able to handle interviews, deal with retail people and deal with the internal organization here at Warners.

"When a band gets signed, they might think they've made it, but the work is just beginning."


Originally printed in The Note, February 1993.

Copyright 1999 Tim McMahan. All rights reserved.

Photos by Mike Malone, Copyright 1999 Mike Malone. Used by permission.

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