TRACK PREMIERE: JOEL JEROME/COSMIC BEARS “ERRBODY WANTS SOMEBODY”
Cosmic Bears are Joel Jerome‘s newest crew of top-flight psychedelicists, including a heavy presence from Tall Tales & The Silver Lining—whose Evan ApRoberts, Tim Ramsey and Trevor Beld-Jimenez contribute bass, Moog and Mellotron and drums, respectively—as well as South Bay man-of-many-talents Lawrence Sanchez and Jerome’s longtime collaborator (and brilliant songwriter all his own) Miguel Mendez. “Errbody Wants Somebody” is their first single, a reworked version of a stand-out track from Jerome’s 2014 Psychedelic Thriftstore Folk album, a longform John Lennon-gone-Elephant 6 rocker-slash-ballad with a little Neil Young in the guitars, a lot of Jerome’s trademark production-tweak surprises, and a cascade of ecstatic T. Rex-style “la la la”s in the final moments. Cosmic Bear Jamboree was recorded in the kind of deliriously spontaneous one-shot session—the night of a full moon even, notes Mendez—that could only happen in a studio as comfy and home-sweet-home-y as Jerome’s locally famous Abbey Road West, and comes out Friday, Aug. 11, through Elite and Light In The Attic. The Cosmic Bears will host a cosmic jamboree release party at Delicious Vinyl also on Friday—enticing flyer plus Mendez’ bio-and-also-origin-story below!
Cosmic Bears Bio
Joel’s studio was ready. In the middle of the night, for instance, in a rain storm on Christmas Eve; during the Super Bowl or Old Rock Day (Jan. 7th) or after loading out a late- night show, eating late-night tacos. The drum kit was always set up and miked, guitars and amps were ready, the nice piano tuned, the crappy piano slightly-less tuned; some combination of microphones and acoustic baffles set up from a session the day before. There were probably beers in the fridge; the ATM receipt you crumpled up on the floor last week, lying there in delicate hesitation like it might almost pick itself up and throw itself away. Outside, the sounds of brats getting out of school, screaming like dying souls in hell. Outside, old ladies in the taco truck hand-making tortillas for lunch. Outside it was hot and busy but inside it was cool and untroubled. And, parking was easy. It was like Paradise.
Joel’s studio was ready, the utility of which was never lost on us. It was a place where the unexpected could be dealt with casually, organically, because sometimes, in the middle of some juggling act, happenstance strikes a balance; the trap clicks open and you fall into something useful and fun, surprising yourself with your own serendipitous awareness and Joel would be there, recording it. This is how Joel Jerome works and how he assembled the music and musicians who came together to record this LP.
We never expected to make this record. In fact, we weren’t actually trying to make this record but Joel’s studio was ready and one chance occurrence after another led to its inevitable completion. I came to town one day and Joel asked me to sit-in on some shows. I showed up at rehearsal and was introduced to the guys who eventually became The Cosmic Bears. Trevor on drums, tall and thin with a calming presence and nice lazy eyes. Evan, bass player: a furry face with a big sincere grin drawn across it. Tim on keys, who’s obvious intelligence peeks out from behind his friendly, subdued demeanor. Joel Jerome, in charge of this production, who’s nonchalant confidence and thoughtful process would be at odds in a shallower pond to draw from. We showed up at practice and did what musicians do: learned songs, drank beers, played shows, made jokes, became friends. One night, at our third rehearsal, we set up our instruments, found our sounds, made adjustments, did a little dance, and played. Joel set up microphones and, without ceremony, hit record.
The sense of motion, of being lifted, that one experiences when playing the right songs with the right group of musicians will probably forever elude proper description. This harmonic coincidence of individual emotional paths is common amongst friends in a band, it happens often enough at live shows but only rarely gets recorded because rarely is anyone ready for it when it surfaces. But, Joel’s studio was ready. Sometimes, you see, it’s no longer a matter of being ready. Sometimes, you’re just waiting for your pitch.