Category Archives: 2012

Love Interruption by Jack White

It seems like relocating Third Man records from Detroit to Nashville has done something to Jack White. The grittiness of Detroit informed every part of the White Stripes sound. This one, on the other hand, from his debut solo record Blunderbuss coming out in April (amazing that such a prolific artist doesn’t yet have a proper solo record), is all Nashville cool. In “Nashville Cats” The Lovin’ Spoonful they sum up the sound pretty well. “Nashville cats play clean as country water…play wild as mountain dew”. Gone are the buzzsaw solos and vocal-chord-shredding howls. Instead, Jack strums an acoustic guitar, accompanied only by a backup vocalist, a wurlitzer organ, and a bass clarinet (!). noticeably absent is a drummer – possibly done on purpose to separate the sound on the new record from his most famous band. The song is a slow burn soul number built around a tongue-twister chorus. It just simmers, never boiling over into one of Jack’s signature freak-outs. The threat of something wild happening never dissipates though, the tension built from being right on the edge keeps this song exciting throughout its short run time. The lyrics are great, each new line in the verse a dark murder-ballad or blues inspired gem, darkly comic and visceral.
Unfortunately, there are no Canadian dates yet, but I’m excited to see what sort of band Jack puts together to tour this and the rest of the record.

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Because The Night by Patti Smith

This is a wild, ragged love song by two of New Jersey’s finest. Co-written by Patti Smith and Bruce Springsteen, and released by Smith in 1978, the song casts the bond between the two protagonists as both life-sustaining and all-consuming, both elixer and narcotic. The song captures the exhileration you experience tying your fate to another, and the conflicting sense of safetly and powerlessness this creates. It’s powerful, it’s bold, and it has one of the all-time greatest sing-along choruses.
I’m reading Just Kids by Patti Smith right now, which is just great. The stark images and inspired word choice that are hallmarks of her lyrics and poetry also show up in the book – so far it’s an amazing account of living in New York in the late 60s. The book is mostly about her relationship with Robert Mapplethorpe, the controversial artist and photographer who was briefly Smith’s partner before he came out. Their friendship remained strong, she describes in the book, each providing support for the other during trying times. Their relationship maintained a sense of romance despite their attachment to others – it was much more than a conventional friendship.
I’m probably reading too much into this, but I think that this relationship with Mapplethorpe informs the verses to “Because the Night”. It makes for interesting suppositions, anyway. Here’s a couple versions of the song, by Smith and others.

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Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis by Neko Case

Tom Waits introduced this song once by telling this story:

“I was in Minneapolis – it was 200 degrees below zero – I know – you think I’m bullshitting, no, I swear to God, I was wearing just a bra and a slip and a kind of dead squirrel around my neck – he was colder than I was. The police cars would go by and they’d wave… Merry Xmas, Merry Xmas, Merry Xmas – anyway – I got caught in the middle of a pimp war between 2 kids in Chinchilla coats, they couldn’t have been more than 13 years old- they’re throwing knives and forks and spoons out into the street – it was deep – so I grabbed a ladle – and Dinah Washington was singing “Our Day Will Come” and I knew that was it.”

Which I’ll just leave without comment, other than that it kind of blows me away.

As sung by Tom Waits, “Christmas Card” is a watershed song. Tom is at his most indulgent and his most a-melodic (at least until Rain Dogs). This song forces you to listen to what he’s saying, and to listen to how the tension in the timing, in his delivery, and in the song’s dissonance effect and are affected by the lyrics. It’s a song that separates the casual Tom Waits fan from the die-hard.

Neko Case brings an entirely new perspective to this song. Her voice is powerful even when she whispers – she’s got the sort of pure, commanding alto that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. She brings an urgency to the lyrics, something plaintive, that Tom’s rasp did not. Her choice of arrangement, with church organ, makes the protagonist seem less rabid, more innocent. I feel more sympathetic towards her and the tragedies that she’s faced – she seem less disingenuous than Tom – her apologies are more sincere.

However, it lacks that tension, that grimy element that exists in the original. The mood has changed. It’s a different song, for another occasion. Find it on New Coat of Paint: Songs of Tom Waits, from 2000.

She’s eligible for parole tomorrow, remember.

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Don’t Spend It Honey by Corin Raymond and the Sundowners

I witnessed something strange, heartwarming, and uniquely Canadian at the Tranzac on Wednesday night. I was there with friends from out-of-town to see night two of a two night engagement by Cameron House legends Corin Raymond and the Sundowners.
Corin played almost exclusively covers of unknown, little-known, and near-forgotten folk artists and was recording the concerts to make a live album as a preservation effort of sorts.
The concert was great, Corin is a born storyteller, weaving stories from the road and stories about the songs in and around the music. He kept us engaged for the whole three hours and twenty-one songs that the band played that evening.
Highlights included “Little Byrd”, “Change”, and the Ragho Lokanathan-penned “I’m a Fucking Genius” and “Caledonia”. Then there’s the song that makes the whole thing worth writing about, “Don’t Spend it Honey”.

Don’t Spend it Honey!
Not the Canadian Tire Money!
We’ve Saved It So Long! x2
Jolly Scotch Bonnet,
It’s Got the Cute little Scotsman on it,
We’ve Saved It So Long! x2

…Goes the chorus. Apparently, when Raymond and Co. would play this song at the Cameron house, regulars would throw the individually worthless paper bills at the band, which is kind of a fun gimmick. The game changer came when Corin found out that the studio at which he was going to record his covers album accepted Canadian Tire money at par. This provoked the singer to set up a website,, and encouraged fans to pay for their concert tickets, in part at least, with Canadian Tire money. He started receiving donations from across the country, from young and old, from fans, and from people who heard about the project from the Globe and Mail or This Hour Has 22 Minutes. He managed to raise a staggering $1500 by the end of the second concert in Canadian Tire money alone: not bad, considering that the largest denomination is two dollars.
So now the song itself. It’s a typically folky three-chorder, with clever but forgettable verses. The chorus is killer though, the kind of sticky pop melody that worms its way through your brain for days. For me, I’ll always remember it as the last song that a Toronto mainstay played at a celebratory and vindicating concert. Give it a listen. It’s not for everyone – you kinda had to be there.

Watch it here courtesy of Now Toronto.


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Jackson By Craig Finn

I’m just ten posts in, and I’ve already evoked Bruce Springsteen in about a third of them. While this may seem excessive (or just lazy) I would say that I’m refering to him because he is the most easily identifiable in a slew of artistists that attempt to capture an American heartland sensibility that, while I’m certain doesn’t really exist anymore, may never have existed at all. I say Springsteen, and you think immediately of character-driven narrative songs about small towns, the allure of the city, and the period in your life where youth slips into adulthood, sometimes without notice, sometimes painfully. He’s a storyteller trying to encapsulate some of the angst and uncertainty of his own generation and of young adulthood generally. His goal is narrative with an emotional connection – and this sets him apart from the crowd. His goal is not rock for the sake of it, or introspection-as-art, or experimental noodling. He lacks the self-conscious irony that so often just marrs my enjoyment of what might otherwise be a good rock n’ roll song.

He’s got contemporaries – Tom Petty, The Band, Steve Earle. And boy, does he have followers. Social Distortion, The Gaslight Anthem, The Constantines, and (now I’m getting to it) The Hold Steady.

The Hold Steady rose to prominance a few years after The Strokes “saved” guitar rock back in 2001. This is just speculation, but I think indie rock listeners had gotten tired of the wave of bands that followed in the footsteps of The Strokes – bands like Franz Ferdinand, Ima Robot, Interpol, etc, who were all haircuts and outfits and New York cool. The Hold Steady come from the midwest, and proudly. They mine the narrative song, but they do it a little differently. “There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right,” Craig Finn laments at the beginning of Stuck Between Stations from their record Boys and Girls in America, “Boys and Girls in America are so sad together.” besides beat literature, their songs are full of references to New American Cinema, national landmarks, and legendary musicians. They stitch these images into worlds that appeal to the consciously cultured youth, the sideways references making listeners feel as if they belong in the America that The Hold Steady sings about, and not the more depressing real one. However, other than being a little self-conscious, these songs brim with an honesty and optimism that was totally lacking in the New York rock revivial of the early oughts.

Later this month, Craig Finn is releasing his first solo record. In interviews, he’s commented that the songs are overall more personal, which is certainly a change for the songwriter who is renowned for telling complex character stories. Contrary to this claim though, Jackson off of Clear Heart Full Eyes (a reference to the show Friday Night Lights) tells the story of Jackson, Stephanie, and the narrator getting into hot water while staying in a hotel from August to November. This version is stripped down and acoustic, recorded in Craig Finn’s own house by The A.V. Club. The ominous repetative chords and the drone strings echo the foreboding in the lyrics. The song is both a confession and a denial of involvement, which is sort of evocative of the way people deal with “incidents” in a small town. In between verses that paint stark and vivid pictures( i.e., “Jackson was an actor, ‘least he was when he was well, Stephanie was good to me, not so much to herself”), Craig questions the listener in the chorus, “So why’re you asking ’bout Jackson? It was a long time ago, nothing really happened.” Without the full rock band of the hold steady behind him, it’s just Finn’s lyrics that get to shine, and they more than stand on their own.

There. I wrote the whole thing without mentioning Nebraska.
Craig Finn discusses and performs “Jackson”

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Ledged Up by Odonis Odonis

How do you feel about really grimy rock? These sweaty, loud, propulsive songs that can only be appreciated in dark basements, punctuated by strobe light flashes synched with snare drums and accidental run-ins with entranced strangers gyrating haphazardly to some band someone likened to Joy Division. Have you listened to Bela Legosi’s Dead all the way through? On repeat?

Try Odonis Odonis. Ledged up from Hollandaze captures this pretty neatly. They play garage and surf filtered through 80s goth and noise. It’s music to mosh to.

They play Feb 16th at the Shop as part of Wavelength 12.

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Josie by The Darcys

“I liked the film, but the book is better,” is a phrase so often repeated it’s almost a truism. It makes intuitive sense: a 90 minute film cannot possibly capture the richness and depth that exists in a novel. And no one is arguing that Troy sums up the Iliad in a satisfactory way. The reasons seem logical enough: in a novel you can capture multiple perspectives and an ongoing internal monologue that would be distracting and unrealistic in a movie. Novelists are also unburdened by format – novels are meant to be read in multiple sittings, and so are unrestricted by length. Movies longer than a couple of hours (looking at you, Peter Jackson) are tests of patience and bladder control. So the handicaps are obvious.
However, and this feels self-evident, there are things that film adaptations can and do accomplish more handily than a novel. Beyond the obvious sensory elements, films capture moments of nuanced emotion with greater economy. They are more effective at triggering empathy. And I’ll argue that in at least one case, they can improve the story.
The best example (and one thematically related to the blog) is the John Cusack vehicle High Fidelity, based on the novel by Nick Hornby. Hornby is a great storyteller, and the plot that drives both the film and the novel are his. However, it’s how the actors play the record store employees and the influence of director Stephen Frears that makes the film so compelling. And Catherine Zeta-Jones as Charlie makes you understand instantly what kind of woman she is. Hornby spends pages describing her; but in the film, you understand so much about her because of what you know already about Catherine Zeta-Jones.

Which is all to bolster my argument that interpretation is an art in itself. The song I’ve chosen is a cover song, originally by Steely Dan. Josie is one of Steely Dan’s best known tunes, but that band was never really all that popular. They’re often called musician’s musicians, appealing to jazz geeks and people who don’t balk at odd time signatures and syncopated horn lines for hooks. I’ve got a soft spot for them. In fact, I’ve gone once or twice to see Pretzel Logic – a faithful Dan cover band who play monthly at the Orbit Room here in Toronto. So I heard this cover by The Darcys and was immediately intrigued. Add to this the fact that I’m fascinated by covers – Johnny Cash’s American Recordings, Peter Gabriel’s Scratch My Back, etc, meant that I couldn’t pass this up.

The Darcys interpretation here is organ heavy, and lacks entirely the disco feel of the original. They sing about an octave lower too, but it really works. This version of Josie amps up the melancholy and ambient noise, giving the tune a skittish, anxious feel.

Try it, you’ll like it. The Darcys cover of the Aja album in its entirety (!) drops January 24th. They’re touring North America for the next couple months. They’re in Guelph on the 19th, and will be back in Toronto March 1.

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Turn A Light On by Kathryn Calder

In anticipation of the snow we’re supposed to have on Friday, everyone should watch this lovely video and remember how beautiful and wonderful it can be.


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Darkness by Leonard Cohen

Darkness is the second advance track from Old Ideas, which is set to be released later in the month on Columbia. Old Ideas is Cohen’s first record of new material since 2004’s Dear Heather. At 77, it’s a bit of a surprise that the living legend is recording new material at all, but damn, I’m glad he is. Darkness finds Cohen at his best, his voice an intoxicating growl, his lyrics biting, funny, and bleak. Musically, his strength has always been his restraint, his ability to simmer and cook without coming to a boil – and on Darkness he uses this tension to maximum effect. Out of all the Woodstock Generation singer-songwriters, Cohen alone continues to progress and produce work that is not only consistent with his best, but also contemporary and relevant 45 years into the singer’s career. Astonishing.

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Brian Wilson is A.L.i.V.E. by Rich Aucoin

I feel like each year some publication declares the death of the hipster. Ironic detachment and slackerdom are no longer all the kids have to strive for, they say. Hope and compassion are in. Meta-cool is out. And every year, these publications are wrong.  The thing they keep forgetting is that it’s cool to be cool. And detachment is cool. James Dean perfected it in the fifties. Styles do change (some), but attitudes rarely do.
All of this comes down to power and age. Youth are, often by their own admission, pretty powerless. They have come of age, realized how fucked up the world is, and, seeing no way to positively engage, responded (appropriately) with cynicism and contempt. With no real way to change broader social structures and mores, young people instead take ownership of the only thing that they truly own: their youth. With no power and no responsibility, we become self-possessed and disaffected. We remain like this until we earn enough responsibility to warrant a reshuffling of our priorities.
Which is not to say that young people do not want to belong to communities. On the contrary, it is as youth that we tend to develop our closest friendships. We seek out communities of like minded people through new media, because again, we can own it. And we create. We collaborate. With so much time to think about ourselves, we have no choice but to contemplate a unique way that we see the world. Sometimes this is startling. Sometimes, it’s grotesque. The art we create as youth draws the generation closer together by being different than the art of the preceding generation. We define ourselves by this difference. Enter Rich Aucoin.

He’s not the first of his kind. Since his record We’re All Dying To Live was released in late October on sonic records, a quart of pixellated ink has been spilled about the similarity he has to the Arcade Fire (which is true, at least sonically). But the cycle is short. Arcade fire have graduated to a different echelon of pop music. The orchestral pop they perform is no longer in the bars and basements where independent rock is vetted, where Rich Aucoin has been making his mark. His situation is more akin to a band from the previous generation: The Flaming Lips. Both acts do this in a kind of musical short hand. The Flaming Lips were able to attract a huge following at the height of the nineties slacker culture by writing songs not about human disaffection, but instead about aliens and machines. They wrote songs about interplanetary travel and pink robots, but a million teenagers knew they were really singing about the kids. And Wayne Coyne the messiah figure was born. Aucoin is playing the same bars as the lo-fi barebones indie rockers, but he’s asking these fans to dance, and chant his life-affirming lyrics along with him. And the kids are doing it.

Live, Rich Aucoin delivers an interactive, multimedia marathon of cathartic belonging. Aucoin sings songs that are literally about life and death, but the larger message is about remembering that you are a person, with a body, and there are others like you. All the biggest bands in the world have been able to tap into this as well, but Aucoin does it with sonic arrangements that are best understood by this generation of listener, who has the whole history of pop at her fingertips.

Brian Wilson is A.L.i.V.E. begins with a wordless call-and response melody that evokes the titular Beach Boy before moving into a Micheal-Jackson-by-way-of-Justice verse replete with buzzsaw synths and a killer backbeat. Did I mention that this tune is a banger? The chorus, sung by children, of remember what you’ve been given harkens back to both You Can’t Always Get What You Want and Another Brick in the Wall Pt. II. Elsewhere on the record you can hear everything from Chris Martin crooning to Dirty Projectors-style math-y melodies and harmonies. Somehow it all works. And it had me singing along to my headphones while I rode the subway.

Rich Aucoin Plays the Drake in Toronto this Friday.

Also: Rich Aucoin has made a youtube series of videos that his songs apparently all sync up to out of found footage from public domain films. Check them out on his website!

(photo by brian banks)

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