Walking On, Walking On The Moon…

7 Nov

The Police…

There’s a quote by the famous Carl Sagan, which goes “Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known”. During his heyday in the 1960s, when the US was at (cold) war with Russia, there was a drive for both countries to reach the moon, to explore and establish a technological ‘upper hand’ if you will and to demonstrate to the world a kind of technological supremacy over the enemy, by reaching the yet unexplored outer space. But even though one might say that on a political level, this space race was fueled by a need for some good old-fashioned chest pounding to scare off the opponent, the actual drive to overcome the incredibly difficult obstacles that humans are faced in reaching into the great beyond was not sparked by a desire for war. It was the direct result of the unique ability for humans to dream, to think of tomorrow, to project our existence into a yet undiscovered and uncreated future. Indeed it was our ability to dream that brought us to space. This was the sixties, an era that for some unknown reason exploded on humanity like a supernova of creativity, of fearlessness, of mastery and imagination. We were unafraid of the consequences of our actions, we were thinking of the future.

I often wonder why music was so powerful back then. Was it because it was not separate from all other aspects of life? Was it because people not only identified with their heroes but rather embodied the ideals that these heroes sang and wrote about? Was it because the desire to create art, to spend every waking moment of ones life in crafting it, perfecting it, living it, was not one based on supply and demand, on the promise of wealth, on the cult of personality, on the creation of product, or on the desire for fame?

As I make music, I can’t help but be affected by this decor of disposability, by this pressure to do more, to be more, to write a “hit” song, to be a respected songwriter. Although I only lightly entertain these thoughts and like many other musicians, am guilty of secretly hoping to stroke my ego by writing an album everyone will love. What I really want to do is make music that will encapsulate my experience and that will convey feelings that people can use to their own experience. Music that can re-ignitie people to dream, to find that “something” that has been drained in every aspect of our self obsessed consumer driven society.

That something…is nothing.

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Where is the nothing, where is the unknown, where is the uncreated, the space where silence is the sound of order, that is where real creativity lives. That was my approach in creating this new record called passion pilgrim (my 3rd album to date) that I present to you. It was written as a reflexion of my many travels over the past few years and was recorded in a very unique way, using only a series of 4 second looops, all played live by me, and linked together through an ingenious system of loopers, samplers and sequencers. On December 3rd, I , along with new bandmates James Andrew Rosen (ex-Shoot The Moon), Philippe Lachance (Couteau Papillon), and Daniel Kiely (Wind Up Radio Sessions) will be performing excerpts from the record along with a few new songs. In writing the ep, all I had to do was close my eyes, shut my ears and take it in, why…because somewhere, something inside me something was waiting to be known.

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 On December 3rd, come to the Passion Pilgrim EP launch at Casa Del Popolo in Montreal (with    immensely talented guests Xania (opening set) and Linda Luttinger doing on canvas live painting to music).

 There is no fee at the door, you pay what you can and my EP will be on sale. We will be on at 10pm .

In other news ,we have been working hard on a video for the song “In Order To Survive” which I think you”gonna love, cause the song is good and the vid is engaging. It was so much fun to shoot. Shot in 2 days all Outremont and the Plateau, the vid includes scenes with plates smashing right beside my head, people dancing on my face and skateboarding through traffic. I can<t wait to shoot another vid. I can”t wait for you to see it too! Check out some pictures of my new york trip, of the video shoot and of the new EP here… CLICK HERE TO PURCHASE CD ON ITUNES

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Baby Boomerang…

30 Jun

T.Rex…

7.09am, the alarm clock rings. Selfishly holding onto whatever bits of sleep I can still get, my eyes, stay firmly pressed against closed eyelids. That feeling of irritation that comes with having to literally lift all my bodyweight out of bed and drag myself to the nearest lavatory is always a difficult one to bear, and one which doesn’t seem to get any easier as the years go by. But these days it is different, the sun is already out by the time I am awake, the air is fresh and I already feel energized. No this is not the same scene played out on any given cold winter day. This is summer;  yes summer is actually here, comes back like a boomerang every year. I’ve been waiting for this.

Even though I am energized, I can’t help but feel bogged down by my rituals and lo-habituals here. Yes I may be going through post-fest depression. I have spoken to a few other people who have had this. They put on an event and put so much energy into it then once it is done, they are just completely deflated.

After organizing the third year of the One Man Band Festival from May 15th to the 18th, I was on such a high form the success of this event, and had met so many great people and the music was just …no other word but …just sick… that there was nowhere else to go but down afterwards. The year leading up to this event which saw a total of this year saw a total 67 solo artists from 11 countries with a 2100+ overall audience count between all of the shows and free events. Most importantly, we expanded a network where one man bands and solo musicians, industry and media could come together in our beautiful city. It was such an awesome feeling to see it all come together, not without many hiccups of course, including, my car breaking down, a few artists getting sick and a few shows doing quite badly, beyond that though, everything was beautiful, including the weather. We hosted 4 free shows, one on the Place Des Festivals, the other on the McCord Museum and one free outdoor show at the Terrace McAuslan which was just the perfect wait to end the fest.

I am already rethinking about 2015 and how to possibly go forward with little budget and limited time, I am not even sure another edition is possible. Some other epiphanies I have been having was about my own personal music, which, because of the festival has been put on the backburner for almost 2 whole years now. I haven’t toured in one and a half years to commemorate myself to the fest but want this year feel much more leeway to start again. I don’t feel quite so bogged down by the fest, anymore, partly because now I feel I understand the business and what I need to do much better, it feels much more realistic than before where it was almost a source of stress.

And this brings me to my plans for the fall. I had to refuse 2 festivals this summer of which one was for ArtsWells, which could have involved an awesome tour with my friend and Canadian legendary musician Wax Mannequin. This kind of pissed me off because I wasn’t ready to go out west. I just to put it bluntly, do not have my shit together music wise. So I made the promise to myself, to set a goal to get my EP mastered by the end of July (it has already been recorded and mixed),  to print and release the record in September, and go on tour for November in the UK and Scandinavia (as part of a trip out to see my in laws) playing a few hometown gigs. This is the master plan for now, the other part of that is to write a new record and to reinvent my one man band to something much simpler, much less electronic, but that is still going to turn some heads. I’m already hitting the studio now and feeling quite good about plans to come. I can see the boomerang making its way back now, full circle.

I leave you for now with some pictures of the festival as well as a few pics of Vermont, where we went right after the fest to decompress. My wife Lisa is now a permanent resident and I feel a beautiful renewal and longevity to our journey together which makes me ecstatic. Summer is here, time for lakes, rivers, festivals (Quebec City fest which is happening next week with lots and lots of insane artists). Once the EP is mastered at the end of the month, I will make a video for the Song Rhapsody in Pink. Which is going to be something spectacular. That’s a wrap!

 

 

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Panama…!

21 Feb

Van Halen…

Sunday night, mid feb…Jose Gonzales streaming and vibrating through my rather large acoustic monitor speakers. His simple yet profound songs always evoke a kind of melancholy feeling in me, a spiritual kind of melancholy, as if he is here to spread the message to not let the darkness eat us up. He is a messenger, the kind I wish I could be had I been more confident, more aware, more compassionate with myself.

Outside, it’s dark, cold, and blistering. The little speeding sidewalk Snow daaliks (as my wife calls them) are buzzing around the huge Mammoth snow removal trucks as they enact an age-old well-choreographed dance on our street. The little-uns sweep the snow off the sidewalks onto the streets, the Giants then One sweeps the big chunks of snow on the road into a big mountain and surely enough, right behind this impressive syncopated performance, the roar of the show-stopping snow blowing ballerina, moving in total unison with the obedient, mule like container trucks. The used-up second-hand grey matter that used to be pristine, white and powdery snow only a day before fills up the big slow trucks. It doesn’t take long until that truck is completely full, and then it quickly leaves the scene, like a waltz where partners get switched up in a 3/3 measure to keep the flow constant, it is replaced by a new empty vessel, waiting, nay, dying to step up and take the place of the old. Its high art, and it makes me feel…low.

It’s mid February, it feels like everyone is tired, worn is more of an accurate word. Valentines has come and gone, the beacon, the event of feb so to speak. Although it was fun for me, my heart and mind has remained in Panama where I and my wife have spent the last 16 days soaking up rays, hiking through coffee mountains, visiting lost-like Caribbean islands and learning to surf on the beaches of Playa Venao. It is so hard to come back to Montreal, and ever since I have returned, going back to my old work, old plans and festival/music etc., has been a daunting task.

Panama is an interesting country they have this massive 80km canal that cuts the country in two and two oceans flank them. We had the wonderful opportunity of staying with a totally awesome and lovely chap named Marko who lives in Panama City. Marco showed us the city and Casco Viejo which is like a very historical neighbourhood full of crumbling convents and bars, it’s a special place. Lisa and I spent time in the mountains after that where a cool sprinkly breeze always welcomed us. It was peace it was really a wonderful experience to immerse ourselves with the local culture. We also had a chance to do some horseback riding and tubing down the Santa Maria River, not to mention a visit to an organic farm. The countryside is quite beautiful in Panama; you can pick wild oranges just about anywhere in the mountains. And they are so delicious. This trip was also about wild waterfalls, you take the time to climb, to sift through jungle to follow slightly treaded paths to find these gems, these gifts of emerald-green waters. It was always a spiritual experience to immerse myself in these amazing mountain waterfalls, and these stick with me much more than the beaches because we always had to work hard to get to them so they were well-earned.

We spent much of the trip learning to surf at some of the better pacific spots like the beautiful Playa Venao where I learned to surf the gnarly waves. In the last 5 days of our trip, we went visiting another mountain town called El Valle which reminded me a lot of Banff or one of those mountain towns like Revelstoke or Nelson. The town of Ell Valle was extremely windy though and the howl kept us up at night, we visited some natural hot springs there and moved on to what was to be our last destination before heading back, Isla Grande, the ride from El Valle to Isla grande was to say the least, on of the scariest I ever have had.Our bus driver thought he was Steve McQueen, he was doing 140 on highly traffic roads with windy curves and high peaks. A cop did eventually stop him and his other bus driver friend; bit the copes just laughed with them and let them go!! We were shocked! The ride culminated in us ending up in what was likely the sketchiest place in Panama the town of Sabanitas, which was a scary experience. A brutal fight broke out in front of us in the ten minutes we were there waiting for the bus, to get the hell out. Same with the way back. It was a better option than visiting the city of Colon, which Im glad we didn’t.

Isla Grande was a weird Panamanian weekender frat [arty-take your top off kind of placer but when we were ether there was no one, so we had a cabin by a very loud and powerful beach. It was a strangely built town along the edge of the water, with weird spots like a door that led nowhere, a bunker by the beach and an old abandoned lighthouse, which gave fantastic views.  The best part of Isla Grande was the pool by the Caribbean ocean. We felt like one of those high-Rollin drug lords with the massive villa that goes everywhere by helicopter. We ended the trip with a trip to the Panama Canal to watch mega tankers go through the massive locks and get drained down into the other side of the coast. A true marvel of engineering and a testament to a project that cost 22000 lives and billions upon billions. Word has it that China wants to build one going through Nicaragua as ell, which should be even trigger and an event bigger disaster as it will likely go through.

We felt deeply sad to leave Panama. It is such a beautiful place. We loved the hospitable hosts we had, the hot hot sun and surf and we loved the abundant nature and adventures we went on (though the food left much to be desired, Panama was another winner! Coming back to Montreal though was pretty depressing.

I think the hardest has been really feeling motivated, feeling like there is a purpose. Winter in Canada tends to do that to us all, to block out the inner sun, to make us feel powerless, to bring us back down to our humblest selves. Maybe that is why Canadians stereotypically have a much more humble attitude towards life than say Americans. We have winter to contend with. We have winter to abide by, to put us back in our place.

The light at the end of the tunnel is foreseeable now, and with a big festival event coming up in May, the launch of a fantastic artist program in early march which we have worked quite hard and are quite proud of is here for The One Man Band Festival that is from May 15 to the 18th) I have my work cut out for me.  I spend my free time trying to form the pieces of the puzzle to see what it’s going to look like this year, One thing I can say, it will be worth the effort! so chin up winterites! The end of this winter of our discontent is almost nie!!

We are finishing up the applications for artists this week (Friday to be precise). I’m kind of looking forward to submissions closing because it means we can begin programming and that is always the best part of this festival, when the picture becomes clear, when the choreographic dance begins, this is our street-cleaner moment, our time to shine! This is my chance to create another event which will build community, will bring exceptional artists together and which will celebrate our collective spirit of perseverance, not only as solo artists but as Canadians and people living in this great big massive land of ours. We are all polar bears! Although the quote keeps popping up in my mind lately, sometimes I wonder if I’m not just being cheeky spewing out 80s Hollywood movie wisdom when I quote Rocky…” The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place, and I don’t care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward;”

With that bit of Stallone Wisdom, I wish you all a happy end of winter, light at the end of the tunnel. Im looking forward to all the amazing things spring has up its sleeve. and you?

Artist submissions end this Friday Feb 21st). We’ve gotten an INSANE amount of submissions this year, we are pleased but it is a daunting task to have to accommodate so few with so many applicants. We will have programming details for you all by march 1st.

The Festival hits Montreal May 15th to the 18th, I wanna see everyone there cause I worked too hard on this. ;) 

As for the JCEX, I’ve got a new EP coming out this summer 5 songs and a new show, that is a new type of show I’ve ben working with lately, it’s still one man band style but much more acoustic, and a whole new slew of songs to come.

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