Avett family home a storehouse for memories Published in Yes! Weekly July 23,2008 by Carole Perkins An antiquated yellow lab and a frisky Doberman Pincher are vociferous escorts to the front steps of the modest, wooden house secured a towering brick chimney standing sentinel where Jim and Susie Avett, parents of Scott and Seth. Their living room is an humble assortment of the lares and penants of Jim and Susie’s forty years together .Scott’s oil portraits of he and his wife adorn the wall perpendicular to bookshelf lined with Jim’s collection of vintage tomes. The 1930’s upright piano where the Avett children practiced piano lessons, anchors the room, its high shelf supporting framed photographs of weddings and grandchildren. A black woodstove squats catty-cornered, the backdrop for the “shows” that Scott, Seth and their older sister Bonnie, rehearsed in their bedrooms and performed to their parents delight in the halcyon days of their childhood. Jim Avett, a gifted singer /songwriter himself and loquacious doyen to the Avett clan, holds court in a chair in the middle of the room. "Our house is a reflection of what's important to u," Jim says. "It was always important not to stifle the children's creativity, which we may have overdone," referring to walls sketched with portraits and song lyrics like hieroglyphics on primitive caves. Jim removes Seth's hand-drawn portrait of the family from the wall, showing all five family members smiling with their arms around each other. It is inscribed in Seth's childish handwriting as "the best family in the world." "Family is the only thing that lasts over the years and it should be the first," Jim says."Strong family ties are the best thing a parent can give to a child. From those ties come a life that will reach its potential." Jim and Susie moved to Concord from Wyoming to this rustic refuge ensconced by canopies of trees ,given to them by the former tenant for "tax evaluations and lawyer's fees." Seth, the youngest of the Avett children, was four months old when they moved, “scraping his little legs on the concrete floor back before we had carpet,” Susie smiles. Upstairs in Bonnie’s old room is a collection of Jim’s vintage guitars stacked like sardines, tagged like toes in a morgue with complete information about the purchase. Jim unfolds one from its black case holding to his chest like a beloved child, singing, “My Grandfather’s Clock before crooning Willie Nelson’s, “Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain.” “After forty-five years of playing the guitar, you’d think I’d be good at playing it “he says self-effacingly. “I know a lot of songs, love to sing and that's why Scott and Seth let me hang around." The guitar evokes a sense of memory. “I used to play the guitar for the kids a lot and one day Seth said, “Daddy, how do you do that? I taught him three chords; he went back in his room and shut the door. After a while he came running out saying, 'Mama! Mama! Come listen to this." Seth bought his first guitar, an electric guitar with the $30 he made picking three gallons of black berries he sold for $10 each, Jim says their passion for music started in their home. “We sang in the car, in the yard, and in church. One Sunday, Scott was supposed to sing in church.” “The same church where their piano teacher went,” interjects Susie. “Well,” continues Jim. “Scott had a bad cold and we were wondering who was going to sing. Seth raised his hand up and said, “I’ll do it!” He’d been listening to Scott practice and he just got right there and sang his little heart out.” Jim says Scott started with the piano, then the guitar, then the banjo. “Scott doesn’t play like Earl Scruggs; he plays how he wants to play. This is how music progresses. We don't all play or think the same way -the music comes out of our instruments. If the music's bad, we'll pick on the front porch. If it's good, people will seek you out to hear it. I tell them if the music is good, you can’t hold back the flood.” “We wanted the kids to be influenced by Southern gospel because it’s the highest of highs and the lowest of lows, the most absolute, accurate and correct way of living,” says Jim, the son of a Methodist minister. “Last Christmas we sat here in the living room and for three days we had people come in and out to record seventeen gospel tunes. So when we’re dead and gone the children can master it down and keep it for posterity. Seth is in charge of it now." The first gig as the Avett Brother with Scott, Seth and Bob Crawford was performed on a steaming slab of cement, with bandanas in their pockets to wipe sweat from their brows at the local Wine Vault. Jim recalls, “The first night the owner paid them fifty bucks, the next time they played to a larger crowd for about $200.00. Scott and Seth said they’d come back to play but wanted $400.00.” “The guy said, nobody in Charlotte is gonna pay you $400.00.” Scott said, “We’ll see, you may be right.” “My sons are not presumptuous,” Jim says, “but the next gig they did paid $500.00" “A couple of years ago, they played for a group of music executives in Nashville, "Jim says.” They said that’s the first new music that’s come to Nashville in the last thirty years. They compared their harmonies to the tight, close harmonies of the Louvin Brothers and the Everly Brothers. It was the finest compliments as far as harmonies go.” “Scott and Seth’s tight harmonies come from being brothers with the same DNA. You can hear and match up better than anyone. You have the same stuff in your blood. Growing up, you could see the glee in their eyes when they were hitting it.” That creative strand of DNA comes from Jim, who plays music every Tuesday and Thursday nights in Concord. He occasionally appears of stage with his sons singing the song, "Signs", a song he wrote with Greensboro’s legendary guitarist Scott Mannering in 1972 in an abandoned house of Friendly Avenue in Greensboro. “Seth came in one day and asked me if I had a copy of" Signs." I said no, I didn’t. He asked if I could write the lyrics down, so I did sitting right there at the kitchen table. He used that with my block hand-writing on the jacket cover with the songs they wrote on Mignonette, released in 2004,” Jim says. Outside in the sweltering July heat, Jim and Susie stroll to the colossal barn, a bucolic backdrop to the property they just handed over to their own children a couple of months ago. Corpulent cows moo as Jim schleps in barnyard muck, pointing to an upstairs room where Scott and Seth jumped as kids into fragrant stacks of hay. Scott's old, white pickup truck hunkers underneath the other side of the barn, with an ECU sticker on the right opposite a Nemo insignia. Scott was an arts and communications major at East Carolina University. Seth majored in printmaking at the University of Charlotte. Back-tracking past the house Jim and Susie turn by the chicken coop constructed because Scott and Seth’s wives declared, “if they were going to live on a farm they should have chickens." The family's RV stoops beside a tall, brown building that houses Jim’s tools from his welding business where Scott and Seth worked in the summers when they weren't scrapping commercial jobs with landscapers and carpet cleaners. A large, grassy field is dotted with a veritable car show: a blue 1967 Impala crouches under an awning sharing company with Seth's '64-Ford: a senescent emerald-green van plastered with peeling stickers and a metal emblem with Jesus rests after years of road trips with the band. “I like old cars, old music, and old women,” Jim jokes. "Bout twelve to fourteen years ago Seth and I went to an auto auction and I bought a 1964 Ford, mainly because Seth liked the car at least as much as I did. After much effort was put into the old car, it began to be a pleasure to drive, which Seth did daily, although he had a pretty ragged 1963 Ford of his own. Somehow he ended up owning my really solid '64 and I ended up with his less-solid '63 model. I wouldn't have it any other way." Sitting back in his chair in the living room, Jim reflects on The Avett Brothers decision to sign a deal with American/Columbia Records, working with nationally acclaimed producer, Rick Rubin. “You have to position yourself to move on, to be in the right place at the right time and strike when the iron is hot,” Jim explains. "The idea is to move on toward the goal, which has always been getting the band's music ever more refined and presentable to the audience. The next rung on this ladder is working with the absolutely best in the business, and they are lucky to be doing just that. We'll always be grateful for the successes the band has had and the continuance of this journey.