Marty Isenberg

Opening scene: A young Marty Isenberg takes his dad’s bass off the wall, sits down on a faded green sofa and begins to play. It’s been two years since his father died and waves of grief wash over him. One year later: Cut to a two-car garage turned into a rehearsal space. There’s wood paneling everywhere, a drum set, two guitar amps and a Rage Against the Machine poster on the wall. Marty is in a spectacularly bad goth punk band. They wear black trench coats and pleather pants. They wobble in and out of time, wonky but thriving. Cut to a close-up of Marty sitting on the bottom bunk bed in his bedroom practicing bass, as if it’s some kind of sacred ritual. He looks lonely but focused, deep in the angst of teenage hood. Cut to the present day, Bunker Studios in Brooklyn, Isenberg recording his debut album, The Way I Feel Inside, a mixtape of songs from Wes Anderson films. He has the spark of someone who turned his teenage insecurities into a superpower—much like Wes Anderson’s characters and perhaps like the filmmaker himself. Fade to black. End scene.
“I’ve always resonated deeply with Wes Anderson’s movies,” muses Isenberg. “There was something so familiar about the way he captured the ache of adolescence.” He appreciated how Anderson’s cinematic language always seemed to juxtapose our local vastness with our cosmic tininess. Of course, Isenberg loved the off-kilter mixtape quality of the soundtracks and how perfectly they mirrored the plot-lines. So he set out to put his own spin on songs by artists like David Bowie, Nick Drake and the Velvet Underground but through the lexicon of jazz orchestration and improvisation. The resulting album is a sonic storyboard, a soundtrack to the wonder, loneliness and nostalgia of life in the modern world. Downbeat Magazine’s glowing review says that, “Movies for your ears are somewhat cliched, but Isenberg has gone way beyond that. This is a movie.”
The album opens with “Stephanie Says,” a fantasy about an un-lived life. The protagonist works in a call center, dogged by the nagging feeling she’s wasting her life. “So Long” is a love song written to someone the singer is choosing to leave. Isenberg dedicated it to his ex and while the lyrics are bittersweet, the arrangement lives on the sunny side of a New Orleans street. The track features devastatingly beautiful vocals by Sami Stevens and a large cast of supporting musicians. The title track, “The Way I Feel Inside,” is an intimate portrait of unrequited love, though Isenberg reads it more as a song about the burning desire to be seen: “Should I try to hide / the way I feel inside.” Before recording the album, he came out as queer and left his marriage after ten years together. The album, like Anderson’s oeuvre as a whole, portrays the way in which acting on the fantasy of a different life leads you from loss to liberation and eventually, acceptance. It’s an arc Isenberg knows intimately. While Anderson’s films are not queer-coded, they were nonetheless a secret decoder ring for his own experience as a newly-divorced, queer jazz musician navigating life in Brooklyn.