Catching Up with Death Cab For Cutie’s Ben Gibbard
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It didn’t start out as anything ponderous. According to bandleader Ben Gibbard, it was just a playful little in-joke benediction he and his Seattle outfit Death Cab For Cutie would share with producer Rich Costey each day they spent together in the studio. “Thank you for today,” Costey would purr like a schoolmarm as they wrapped each session—wink, wink, nudge, nudge—and the group members, chuckling, would respond in kind. But gradually, the ritual took on added significance until it had enough heft to become the disarming title of DCFC’s new album, its ninth. Because being grateful, Gibbard now firmly believes, is a great way to go through life. And he should know.
The singer—who, courtesy of Costey’s clever miking, reaches such heights of disaffected, grammatically precise diction here that he sounds like a long-lost Pet Shop Boy—has been buffeted by the winds of change, first with his two-year marriage to TV actress Zooey Deschanel, which took him out of his Seattle comfort zone for two surreal years in Hollywood. Longtime band guitarist and producer Chris Walla had departed the band, too, leading to the hiring of fill-in musicians, Dave Depper and Zac Rae, untested in the studio. Gibbard was now fully in charge of DCFC’s future, like it or not. But where would he go, artistically?
The answer is strangely comforting. Thank You can transform a chanted Sam Cooke/“Chain Gang” processional like “Gold Rush” into a chugging kinetic force that’s subtly relentless, creating tension from the suggestion of movement itself. Add in a chilly Neil Tennant aloofness from Gibbard, and it’s Death Cab, Mach Two, recognizable but strangely new. Ditto for the other quietly inventive cuts, like the wobbly “60 and Punk,” the hurtling “Summer Years,” a chiming potential mega-hit “Autumn Love,” and the disco-thumpy “I Dreamt We Spoke Again.” Gibbard swears he doesn’t subscribe to the theory that tragedy inevitably produces great art. But thanks for today, indeed, he reaffirms.
Paste: What did you used to covet that you’ve learned to live without?
Ben Gibbard: I don’t know if it’s necessarily that. I think it’s a struggle that a lot of musicians, or artists, have. There are a number of years through the growth of this band were I found myself focusing more on the people that didn’t like us than the people that did like us. Or the accolades that we weren’t getting, rather than the ones that we were. It’s the old adage of the band that is critically lauded curses the fact that they don’t have commercial success, and the band with commercial success wishes they had that critical acclaim. So I think that over the years, I sometimes was looking for validation in a lot of the wrong places. And certainly over the past few years, I’ve started to really focus on how unique our story is, how much people care about this band, and what a valuable part of my life it’s been. And I do not want to squander the time I have left or concern myself with the people that never cared for what we did, if that makes sense—being concerned about the awards we didn’t win.
Paste: Are you more conscious of mortality now? The brevity of life?
Gibbard: Eh. I feel like we are all somewhat conscious of it. So it’s not so much that I feel a clock ticking per se. But I’ll be 42 this week, and if I’m lucky, I’m halfway through my life—I’m right in the middle. And when I was 20, I was only looking forward, you know? But as I’ve gotten older what I’ve noticed about being middle-aged is, now I find myself looking forward to see the rest of my life backwards. At how I got here. But I find myself looking forward to the rest of my life and looking backward in equal measure. And in some ways, that’s kind of driven me, creatively. Certainly for this album it has.