Fate Line Friday from October 10th

Jen here – so it’s my turn again and we’ve discovered that our Fate Line Friday posts bespeak our personalities – or at least according to our resident psychiatrist Dr. John. So unlike John, I’m no music nerd, and unlike Simon, I’m no muso equivalent of the Happy Buddha, but I do know what I like. What creeps into my brain and soul and gets me every listen. Here are (yes again) two songs that do it for me. And while I agree that it is “all about the bass” – I think, for me, above all else in these songs or any songs, it’s all about the voice!

The first tune is from a band of young men from New York I saw a few years ago – Vampire Weekend. I have been hooked ever since and their most recent album has become a staple in my house or on a long drive – and this song, “Hannah Hunt,” a favourite. It draws me in with its melodic simplicity, sparse production soundscape (that reminds me of the opening bass slide sequence to The Eagles’ “One of These Nights), odd harmony and haunting piano (not unlike the piano part played by Carmen on our tune “Your Touch is Deep”). But what really gets me, what I wait for every time, is the ending when the song goes epic, he jumps the octave and looses it ever so slightly in his desperate plea for love.

Another ear worm of late has come from the 70s again, and The Faces – a band whose production sound we’ve tried to emulate on this record – trashy roomy drums and jangly flat picked and hammered guitar. “OOh La La” has me from the opening strum of its loose but vibey rhythm. But the rarely heard young Ronnie Wood’s voice (pre-Stones), scratchy but still musical and ever so characterful, is what draws me in with his own hooky mournful plea about the wisdom of the ages or aged! “I wish that I knew what I know now when I was younger” indeed!

 

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“Sunday Morning, New York City” performed at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto Saturday Night!

What an amazing opportunity last night! Simon performed a couple of tunes at the faculty gig for The Song Studio workshops being held at the Royal Conservatory of Music in Toronto this week. He did a rare and exuberant rendition of his Soul II Soul hit “Back to Life.” Then he chose to perform a newer tune that we co-wrote, “Sunday Morning, New York City.” It was a thrill being there with my daughter Hannah (who kindly videotaped the moment) and performing amongst such great (and funny) artists as Rick Emmett, Lynn Miles, Fergus Hambleton, Liam Titcomb and of course Blair Packham. A real inspiration before we go into the studio ourselves in a couple of weeks to lay down our own tunes. And so for posterity…

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Sundays, Licks, Funk Folk and Richard Thompson.

I haven’t stopped listening to Richard Thompson’s new tune, “Salford Sunday” since I heard him and his wicked “funk folk” trio perform it live at Massey Hall on Friday night. It doesn’t hurt that he’s got Allison Krauss singing sweet harmonies on the recording, the tightest of rhythm sections and a lovely mandolin chiming through the tune (must be Buddy Miller). I’m sucked in from the start by the sweet guitar lick that runs through the song – of course, it’s sweetness dissolves into the minor, revealing the song’s bitter lyrics of heartache, hangovers, regret and self-loathing. “For I left that weeping willow, she should be lying on my pillow, if I wasn’t such a hardnose, such a perfect waste of time.” Classic RT!

I’m learning or getting more conscious about what a powerful musical tool those licks can be – and am applying this insight more and more to my own songs. With the help of my bandmates, I am honing that organic process of ferrying a song from words on paper, to chord progressions with a hint of a lyrical phrase, to full on instrumental arrangements with the Shiners that draw out these musical themes. You’ll hear it on new tunes like “Your Touch is Deep” and “A Story’s End.”

I couldn’t stop smiling Friday night (when I wasn’t crying), watching Richard Thompson go through his set of old and new. So i’m left on this sunny spring Sunday to ponder why Richard Thompson still touches me so deeply as a songwriter, musician and performer. Witty, quippy, unique and crazy-talented guitarist – you can recognize a Thompson solo a mile away – and lyrics that are bitting, painful, honest without pandering, delivered in his sucker-punch way. A very British but universal voice – still strong these many years later. Check out his recent performance of “Salford Sunday” live in studio with his amazing trio. Enjoy!

And don’t forget to come out to the gig at The Cameron on April 5th, where you can hear my own “funk folk” ensemble perform many original tunes, including “Sunday Morning in New York City” – our own sunday song about a place, a person, a feeling and moment in time.

Placido domingo, wherever you are.

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