The Connells Are Still “Chasing the Dream” with Steadman’s Wake
Founder Mike Connell on the band's first new album in nearly two decades
Photo by Bryan Regan
“Don’t quit your day job” is the cautionary caveat that many parents, teachers and prescient talent agents relay to young performers early in their careers. And some, like Raleigh, North Carolina guitarist Mike Connell, not only take such wisdom to heart, but they practically set their clocks by it, as well. Or so the full-time worker’s compensation lawyer happily reported last week, phoning after a busy workday at 6:30 p.m., loosening his tie and untucking his dress shirt. Given Covid-19’s insidious effect on employment, he’s had a heavy caseload all through lockdown, he says, but the 62-year-old still found time to moonlight—with his fine-arts-schooled kid brother Dave, 60, on bass—as The Connells, a chiming R.E.M.-era outfit that formed in 1984, issued eight brilliant, but unheralded albums (most for hip indie imprint TVT), and then virtually disappeared after 2001. The band just returned with their ninth set, Steadman’s Wake, their first disc in just short of two MIA decades, and a nice, politically skewed reminder of all their estimable songwriting charms.
Day jobs, which usually come with attendant health insurance benefits, are a quiet necessity, even a prime directive for many struggling rockers. Connell had graduated from law school before his group formed at Chapel Hill’s University of North Carolina, but he didn’t put that sheepskin to use right away. “I’ve been with my law firm for about 18 years now,” he elaborates. “And that roughly coincides with the birth of my oldest child, and he’s turning 18 in a few weeks. And when he arrived, I didn’t have a job to speak of, so I didn’t have the luxury any longer of wondering, ‘Now what is it, exactly, that I want to do with my life?’ I had to get serious about putting food on the table.” This allowed The Connells to simmer on the back burner for the ensuing years, and occasionally turn up the heat for various reunion concerts.
Understandably, Connell—who penned all of the social-commentary-peppered new originals himself (such as the charging jangler “Universal Glue,” the cynical feel-good anthem “Really Great,” a propulsive pounder called “Helium” and the vintage-Searchers-sunny “Gladiator Heart”)—felt no pressure to cross the finish line with a completed new album. Steadman’s Wake kicked off five years ago and came together gradually, comfortably, sans studio-time stopwatch clicking off the expensive minutes, hours, days in the background.
The laid-back process kept the music pure and innocent. And with original frontman Doug MacMillan sounding better than ever, and Mike himself taking over on some songs’ vocals, The Connells are sounding wonderfully displaced in time, like they never really went away at all. In between legal briefs, Connell caught us up on what spurred this surprising comeback, as his kids prepare to leave the house and empty nest syndrome sets in.
Paste: Why weren’t The Connells much bigger in that whole Southern college-radio alterna-movement back in the ’80s, spearheaded by R.E.M., Let’s Active and The Swimming Pool Q’s?
Mike Connell: Well, we just weren’t as good! Well, not exactly that, but I do think that we were more fortunate than so many bands that were so much better than us, so there’s no bitterness now—I think we all feel pretty grateful for what we were able to do, because we were in the shadow of some pretty giant bands. But we just never worked our way out of that, and it was part work ethic, part just raw talent, and maybe some of the old story that it’s just the way things go. Or don’t go. And the band got started in my third year of law school, just like most bands started back then—with a family member wrapping up their schooling. And a couple of the guys were not in school, but the majority were. And then a couple of the guys did bail on college, but I went ahead and finished my law degree and took the bar, and then informed my dad that I was gonna see what would happen with music.
Paste: And that’s a tough conversation, right? How did dad take it?
Connell: He was a little dismayed. Especially when my first job out of law school was working at Schoolkids Records here in Raleigh. That was my first big day job, and it was pretty attention-grabbing for some people that I’d gone to law school with, who would walk into the record store and see one of their classmates sitting behind the register. So it was a little embarrassing for me, too, I guess. But my dad understood. And the idea at that point was, we’ll give the band a year or two tops, and by that point I will have come to my senses and I’ll start trying to practice law. And only one or two years out of law school, it won’t be any problem. So he was much better with it than I had anticipated. But we actually did well enough that we could justify trying to make a living at it. We were sharing apartments, and we weren’t living lavishly, but we found that we could make a go of it, although we had to stay busy in order to pay the bills. But then things got even better, so all along there was never any thinking other than, “We are fortunate that we can do this, and that there are some people who are interested in, and like what we’re doing. And what more, really, can you ask for?” And that’s the mentality that kept us going.
Paste: Looking back on it now, what would you call your musical career? I can’t quite call mine “rock journalism,” because I never got rich doing it—it was just something I always loved to pursue.
Connell: I’d call it chasing the dream. Not wanting to look back in my late 60s and think, “I really do wish I’d seen what might have happened if I’d pursued that.” So I think that I’m glad for having given it a shot, and glad that I was able to do it for a while. And again, the fact that there are some people who see some merit to what we did, and really liked some of what we did? What more can you really ask for?
Paste: How did you gauge when to reform for various recent reunion gigs?