AFS Cinema
Steely Steve
The pause on the other end of the phone line seems interminable, as if filtered through the delay of a satellite connection reaching somewhere beyond the ranges of normal communication. Stephin Merritt, the notoriously wry leader of the Magnetic Fields, lingers, supposedly, on the other end. Finally, his almost abnormally low and scruffy voice responds: “I’m fine. How are you?”
Merritt is often regarded as a difficult interview subject, perhaps unfairly. After all, even if the languorous and somewhat impatient inflections of his answers are unsettling, it should be expected from a songwriter who has consistently penned some of contemporary music’s most caustically humorous pop songs, and woven heartache, depression, and longing with steely deadpan amusement. It is often difficult to ascertain whether Merritt’s songs are intentionally coy or, having reached the bottom of a psychological well, laughter is all that is left. Like his music, however, there is an undeniable charm and sincerity to Merritt, even as his measured responses set an uncomfortable distance, and it is impossible to decipher through his stoicism whether he is actually being funny or not.