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GOODBYES
Jan 26th
I’d like to mention to artists who passed last week.
First, Lynn Taitt. A stunning guitarist from Jamaica who has been living in Canada outside of Montreal for a number of years. I had the pleasure of meeting him when he played on the Kingpins Let’s Go To Work CD. The band asked him to play on Johnny Rocksteady – and apt title for a Mr. Taitt to play on. He tracked the guitar where we were doing the rest of the album at Silent Sound, Montreal. A few takes through and he had “bubbled” from top to bottom. It went so fast that the band was still in shock. It felt like high school, passing notes in class. They asked me to ask Lynn if he could lay down a quick take on Last Train To Expo ‘67. So I did my best to ask him politely to stay a little longer even though he was only getting paid for the one track. He happily agreed and when I explained how the old cover song went he said “no problem, I played on the original.”
The remix is the first thing you here on my Myspace Mixed Tape No. 1. Listen for the muted bubble guitar at the top. We purposely made this mix so that we could feature the smaller pieces (like Lynn’s bubble) because the album mix was a wall of parts from top to bottom.
This may be good background.
Kate and Anna McGarrigle have been in my musical life since high school. I have just about everything they’ve released including a 12″ with some rare B-side. A staple at the home. It was my turn to act the school boy when I worked at Studio Frisson, Montreal, for several projects. So had the McGarrigles and their photos were taped to the wall. Don would tell me stories about their recording sessions. Nothing dramatic, just the kind of things I would expect to hear, but I lapped them all up.
Last week Kate died so I’d like to share this clip of the sisters playing a French song of theirs (originally recorded in the ska style) that I absolutely love. Kate is on the accordion pumping the hell out of it every time she plays a lead line.
Lynn and Kate – R.I.P.
KLASSICAL MUSIC KILLS
Jan 25th
The Toronto Transit Commission has been slowly poisoning their ridership (if I can refer to us that way). How, you ask? Through tinny transmissions of classical music piped in on speakers unfit for broadcasting human speech let alone string quartets or god forbid, a harpsichord concerto. For some it’s just a mild irritation, like the smell in Warden Station’s men’s washroom, but to others it’s a form of noise pollution that threatens the very way (and why) we listen to music.
Remember this clip?
As you can see, this is not unlike getting stuck on a breezy platform in mid-winter waiting for an express shuttle while they clean another jumper off the tracks. Is this any place for what used to be consider works of art?
Bruno Capinan
Jan 21st
Spent a year (maybe more) working with Bruno Capinan. He came in to record a few stripped down songs and pretty soon we were tracking drums, cellos, re-tracking older songs, importing horn tracks that were recorded on the other side of the world and so on. His album (Gozo) is finally out. The first video (Astral) is something I recorded with Bruno at The Electrical Room. The second video (Acalanto) was recorded a long time ago with his guitarist Brian. We mixed this for the video release only. Bruno’s passion and drive to take Brazilian music to new places has helped him transcend the kind of revisionist trends that are so tempting to follow.
Expos Review 2009
Jan 20th
Here’s a review from Exclaim Magazine online of The Expos’ second CD, Blackwater. |
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| Blackwater By Brent Hagerman Meet my new favourite band. Why? Because this quartet push the limits of their chosen genre ― reggae ― far beyond most of their contemporaries and many of their labelmates, and appear blissfully unaware that this isn’t something that’s normally done. With a singer-songwriter sense of craft and a lush art-pop agenda lurking in the background, Blackwater is a unique release both for Stomp and reggae in general. Blackwater starts normal enough. “Another Waste” is introduced with horns, followed by Reed Neagle’s slacker vocals, but once we hear the Sergio Leone guitars, it’s apparent something is different. Many tracks follow this pattern, sounding a bit like Sean Bones crossed with early Specials ― an excellent pairing, to be sure. But tracks like the delicate “Rough Stone” or the rousing “Dying Too Long” (songs Canada’s greatest songwriter, Joel Plaskett, could have penned) find the band easily breaking the mould. “Company Of Wolves,” a drum machine-led exercise in repetition, borders on annoying, but in context of the full album functions to show the band’s breadth of experimentation. This experimentation culminates in the final (hidden) track where the Expos indulge in a sprawling symphonic crescendo that leaves you spent and satisfied. (Stomp) |
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WHO’S PUSHING THE PUSHERS?
Jan 19th
Alright. In the last 10 days I’ve been forced to take alternate routes due to problems with the TTC. Last night’s detour was caused by a medical emergency so I don’t want to go on about how the Subway always breakdown, but there are some issues to address. The one I’m most concerned with is the Toronto Transit’s Plan B. The buses they send off to bypass the underground trains. Hard to send off that fleet at a moments notice, right? Perhaps the answer is to hire an elite staff of transit pushers. What am I talking about?
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Let’s stimulate the economy and shove some people into a tight space while we’re doing it. The transit will be a little less lonely.
FALLING INTO THE NEW YEAR
Jan 3rd
Burnt out. Back from 4 days of travel, close calls, drinking 150 proof rum, little sleep, missed Go Trains, 2 hour detours, 3 snow storms… I’ve had enough.
Played in Davenport, Iowa on New Year’s eve. Exhausting and the trip back was almost as intense as my trip there. This left me scrambling to get to St. Catherines on Saturday to play a solo set (which I stumbled through on 3 hours of sleep) which I got to because a good friend lent me their car. When I missed the last Go Train from Aldershot to Toronto (it was pulling out when I reached the parking lot) I almost cried.
I’m home now and enjoying the after-effects of eating a plate full of root vegetables.
Found this clip of Microbunny playing at the CBC. Sam Cino on drums, Al Okada on a bunch of things, Tamara Williamson on the vocals and repeater, yours truly on upright bass – somewhat uncomfortable and looking like I’m going to throw the thing across the sound stage.
UP TO MY EYEBALLS IN MUSIC
Dec 13th

Listening
I took the weekend off. Some chores around the house kept us busy, but now that I’m winding down and thinking about my work for the rest of the week, I’m amazed at how much music I’ve taken in this weekend alone.
I vaguely remember listening to Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist soundtrack yesterday along with a soundtrack disc from the original Star Trek series and Glenn Gould playing the Goldberg Variations, but today seems like it’s been wall to wall when I list the music in my head.
Started off with Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata on a disc that included Schumann and Liszt, followed by Elvis Costello’s Useless Beauty, The In Sounds From Way Out (always a fine accompaniment to any decent board game), more Glenn Gould (The Two and Three Part Inventions), Napoleon soundtrack (Carmine Coppola), Django Reinhardt (Djangology), Schumann’s Piano Quintet In E Flat Major and finished off with Mitchell Froom’s A Thousand Days (part of our night time routine – listened to this about 500 times, so far and still not tired of it).
It leaves me wondering how much music do we take in everyday? I see people traveling with iPods and such on public transit, that’s hours alone everyday. Some of this music is strictly for setting the mood, some for accompaniment to get me through dull tasks and the rest for me to sit down and take in fully. I was beginning to feel like I was burning out at work, but recently I’ve managed a month of compressed days that have allowed me to have full days off (sometimes three in a week) and I think it’s refreshed me somewhat.
Looking forward to the next record.
Here’s a little Gould to get it going.
AFTER THE BOTTLE
Nov 27th
My head is hurting. I’d like to thank Shawn Sage for the red wine last night. I’ll be setting up the files that we recorded last night with Rob Greenway until…what time?
Two days ago I applied for my new passport. What is the term? Whatever. It was, however, a great example of how arbitrary the process of getting a passport can be. The first teller told me that I needed proof for my rush on the passport. I had to see 2 separate tellers. As it turns out, I was in the wrong, but I played the part of the indignant citizen very well. One strong reason was that I really thought I was in the right. Luckily, the second Passport officer showed me what to do to get it in a timely way without having to search for days for proof of the trip. blah blah blah I picked up my Passport today. Made the headache less miserable.
Thanks to the folks who sent me my picture right side up. It may seem like I don’t know how to use the technology around me, but that is only partially true. Thankfully.
Also, those who communicated the disgust of reading about my studio bottle, I’d like to reassure you that the bottle was disposed of in a timely fashion. No one mistook it for apple juice.
Today, we continue on the Shawn Sage marathon. Devrim Eldelekli will be joining us shortly. So I better get off this thing.
Will begin to conduct interviews and post them on this site starting this weekend. Why? Good question. Bored? Does that qualify?
Listened to Queen and They Might Be Giants this morning. My on street humming has alternated between those 2 acts until… now.
PEEING INTO BOTTLES
Nov 26th
It started yesterday when I was running off rough mixes for Michelle McKibbon. I knocked over my water bottle and spilled it all over the crotch of my jeans. Looked exactly like I pissed myself. Not the way I thought my morning would go. I had plans. Going to the washroom upstairs was part of them. Feeling like I didn’t want to risk it I decided to hang up the jeans and hang out in my underwear boots. Not a pretty sight, but I marched on. Lots to do. I decided to begin the task of rearranging the studio, moving desks, consoles, electric organs…etc… Eventually, I couldn’t hold it any longer so I used my water bottle as a urine receptacle, as I was too embarrassed to go upstairs with the wet jeans. A little irrational as almost no one uses that washroom.
I realize that this story isn’t really going anywhere. So I’d like to share my Halloween costume with you.

Robo-costume for Halloween
I tried to get this picture upright, but alas, no go.
Finished tracking for Kelsey McNulty this week. Really enjoyed her music. Mostly a live session with band except for a couple of vocal, electric guitar and rhodes overdubs.
Enjoying our new Vintech pre-amp/ EQ.
So many smaller sessions that my head is spinning. I enjoy being involved, but it does become difficult shifting gears three times a day.
K. and I watched Adventureland and Rachel Getting Married this past weekend. Enjoyed both. I can’t remember the last time we watched 2 movies in one weekend. Over 3 evenings, mind you. ha.
Our new studio set up is a great improvement. We have a concentrated keyboard island of sorts that makes them easy to access and use for any recording. Also, we have the old Traynor console set up now. I enjoy the tone from those strips so I’m happy to have that option.
Currently reading Eleanor Rigby (D. Coupland). Easy read, fun enough. I’ve been taking a break from the depressing run I had. After War and Peace I couldn’t stop reading emotionally heavy material from Blindness, The Road, The Cellist of Sarajevo, Atonement…etc… I finally broke it with The Body Snatchers and a short story collection by Richard Matheson. I find that whatever book I read begins to shade my mood according to the story’s tone.
Working with Josiah and Shawn Sage today. Perhaps a third. I’ll see when I check my messages.
Saw this post this morning. So did 3.45 million others.
Remarkable.
THE FINAL STOP DROP
Nov 2nd

Stop Drop
I didn’t think that the final Stop Drop show would happen at Rancho Relaxo, but there you go. The band, jammed into the shoebox stage, up to their arm pits in each other, Stef on the verge of tears, Dan peeling a layer off like it’s some indie burlesque routine, every note played, every word sung being their last, mixing with the sweat from the last roundup of adult fans, friends and yes, you guessed it, family.
Did we, here at Winterbeard know that our first released project would be the Stop Drop swan song? Yes. In fact, we were throwing around the idea of only doing “last records”. Your band breaking up? Afraid to approach a label? Have no fear. Here at Winterbeard Records, we pride ourselves in sending your declining artistic endeavor into the vast sea of un-promotable, but quite abandoned music. The merits of which will only be preserved in the minds of those “in the know” and still sentimental of time when music used to be about something. Never fear, because if you’re lucky then these people may mention your deceased group in passing when you drum up a new project with what ever’s left of you only to hear, “they’re not half as good as when they were called _________.”
Well, that’s too tight a concept for us, so we’re skipping on the end of career releases, however, you can still catch clips of Stop Drop off of their Myspace page. www.myspace.com/sdsrock
Anyway, I hope to continue working to some degree with some of the members still remaining in the country. Paths crossing and all that.

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