Credit: Peter Walker

You might’ve known Jim Fairchild from his time spent in Grandaddy,
playing guitar for those trucker hat-clad Modesto boys, who had a
penchant for songs about drunken robots and the like. But when the band
split, dismantling the robot named Jed the Humanoid along the way,
Fairchild hit the open road under the name All Smiles. His debut solo
effort was last year’s gorgeous, textured Ten Readings of a
Warning
, a record that shares the personable appeal of his previous
band, but with a stripped-down rock simplicity and breezy delivery that
is entirely his own. Like so many likeminded musicians, Fairchild
recently pulled up stakes and relocated to Portland, where he took a
moment to talk about his new home, his nomadic ways, and his old
band.

First off, why Portland? You lived here previously, in 2005,
right? 

Yeah, we lived up here in 2005 for the summer on a glorified
housesitting expedition. I guess the whys are the same as most folks
who live here; trees, friends, fantastic food, chickens, rivers, good
water, nice air, patios, and tons of people to play music with. There’s
a spirit here that I don’t hope to quantify but identify strongly with.
Plus, seeing that many people turn out for Obama gives me hope that we
might have a couple years before somebody has true justification to
dump a billion-ton pile of steaming rat feces on the way shit runs in
this country.

I also have read interviews that place you as living in Modesto,
Los Angeles, Chicago, and here as well. Are you a bit of a
nomad?

I guess I’m a little nomadic. I started touring when I was 21, so
I’m comfortable with the notion of home being a moving target, for
now.

Initially, was it difficult to leave the comforts of Grandaddy
and embark out on your own?

I joined Grandaddy when I was 21 and we broke up when I was 32, so
most of my adult life, until two years ago, was spent in the same rooms
with the same five dudes talking mostly the same shit. It was easy,
then it was difficult, and now I can’t imagine possibly being in that
band any more. We were really good for a while, then we weren’t very
good at all. But I am happier and more productive than I have ever
been, and I can say that I’m friends with and have love for each member
of Grandaddy.

Ezra Ace Caraeff is the former Music Editor for the Mercury, and spent nearly a third of his life working at the paper. More importantly, he is the owner of Olive, the Mercury’s unofficial office dog....