Pavement wrapped up at Easley Recording in Memphis. They mixed the
tracks and recorded overdubs in New York. They took a step back and
assessed the material. It was a wild scene. They had fully fleshed-out
songs and whispers and rumors of half-formed ones. They had songs that
followed a hard-to-gauge internal logic. They had punk tunes and country
tunes and sad tunes and funny ones. They had fuzzy pop and angular new
wave. They had raunchy guitar solos and stoner blues. They had pristine
jangle and pedal steel. The final track list ran to eighteen songs and
filled three sides of vinyl.
Released in 1995, on the heels of two instant classics, Wowee Zowee
confounded Pavement's audience. Yet the record has grown in stature and
many diehard fans now consider it Pavement's best. Weaving personal
history and reporting-including extensive new interviews with the
band-Bryan Charles goes searching for the story behind the record and
finds a piece of art as elusive, anarchic and transportive now as it was
then.