
In the early 1990's, Jay Farrar and Jeff Tweedy were in an unpopular, but critically acclaimed band Uncle Tupelo. There is one juicy bit of gossip concerning the break-up of this once-revered band. In his own words, Farrar, speaking last year in an interview with Anthony DeCurtis in Relix Magazine:
...describes an incident that occurred about a month or two before the band traveled to Athens, Georgia, in 1992 to work with R.E.M. guitarist Peter Buck as producer on March 16-20, an album of acoustic country-folk that is regarded by many as Uncle Tupelo's best work. "The most divisive incident occurred one night after a show," Farrar recalls, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm. "I was driving. My girlfriend of seven years (Monica Groth, now Farrar's wife) was in the van, and another friend of ours was in the front seat. My girlfriend was sleeping in the back seat and Mike was sleeping on the floor or something. "Jeff went in to get paid, and came back out," Farrar continues. "Then we were ready to go home. As I was driving, Jeff woke my girlfriend up and I saw a situation develop that I'd seen before. It was common knowledge that Jeff's pick-up routine was to start crying to elicit sympathy from whatever female he was attracted to. To any outsider it would have been a tragicomedy, because I'm punching on the brakes and punching the gas. "I found out later that he was telling her stuff, like, he loves her. He's always loved her. He thinks she's beautiful. In the rear view mirror I could see him stroking her hair. It was a nightmare. It was an affront to everything I considered important at that time. My girlfriend of seven years and the band. He was destroying all that in one stroke. And he was literally doing it behind my back and right in front of me at the same time. "Ever since that episode, every other issue between us was exacerbated by that. That was probably when I should have broken things up. After that I didn't have any respect for him. I felt that I couldn't trust him."
Apparently, no one flirts with Jay's girl, not even Tweedy. By 1992, Uncle Tupelo had disbanded with Farrar forming Son Volt and Tweedy forming Wilco. Two bands competing for the same alt-country/No Depression turf. At least initially, both bands sought to make roots rock that was equal parts Bob Dylan, Woody Guthrie and eighties punk bands like the Replacements. And at first, Jay Farrar's Son Volt was considered the stronger of the two bands. Critics and artists adored Son Volt's first album Trace, whereas Wilco's A.M. got barely a mention. But we all know how this story ends.
Nevertheless, Son Volt is still making albums, and "Slow Hearse" off last year's The Search lends credence to the argument that Son Volt has been unfairly ignored. Refreshingly, as Trace was always a little bit of a downer, Son Volt sounds different on "Slow Hearse" but in a good way. And you'd think with a name like "Slow Hearse," it, too, would be a downer, but this is pretty upbeat for the Son Volt I used to know.