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Bad Gardening Advice Reviews Draw the Line

Bad Gardening Advice Reviews Draw the Line

Mysterious local music reviewer Bad Gardening Advice took a deep dive into the lyrics and meaning behind Draw the Line, the lead single from my recently-released Draw the Line EP.

The anonymous writer wasted no time revealing my penchant for paints, struggles with a degenerative physical condition and the optimism that shines through in the song’s storytelling. As with any Bad Gardening Advice piece, the details are fabricated, hilarious, with a kernel of truth in there somewhere.

Read the review on Bad Gardening Advice

Listen to the Draw the Line EP on Bandcamp

Radiohead gets hacked, releases over 15 hours of demos from OK Computer era

Radiohead gets hacked, releases over 15 hours of demos from OK Computer era

Radiohead, one of my all-time favourite bands, has posted over 15 hours of previously unreleased demos and other recordings from the years leading up to the release of their seminal album, OK Computer. A hacker stole frontman Thom Yorke’s minidisc collection and demanded $150,000 in ransom for its safe return. In response, the band posted the following:

I’m only a few minutes in, but already fascinated with this deep dive into the band’s creative process behind one of their best albums. The fact that they circumvented a greedy thief and put the profit toward a worthy cause is just icing on the cake.

[bandcamp width=100% height=120 album=540938686 size=large bgcol=ffffff linkcol=0687f5 tracklist=false artwork=small]

The Guardian’s article on the release had some interesting details on what’s contained within:

The files are a treasure trove for Radiohead fans. Along with demo versions of OK Computer tracks, they feature a full-band version of True Love Waits, a live favourite that was finally recorded in a piano arrangement for 2016 album A Moon Shaped Pool. Much praised on the Reddit forum is an alternate version of Lift, a song that was eventually included on the 20th anniversary reissue of OK Computer – the alternate version, at the 10-minute mark of the MD125 recording, features an anthemic arena rock arrangement.

The collection opens with a version of Exit Music (For a Film) with alternate lyrics, including the line “living in a glass house”, which later cropped up on Life in a Glasshouse on Amnesiac. Disc three meanwhile contains an 11-minute version of OK Computer’s lead single Paranoid Android, while entirely unreleased songs include Attention and Hurts to Walk. There’s also a brief snippet of Thom Yorke beatboxing.

Redditors in /r/radiohead have also compiled a OK Computer Minidisc track listing document which identifies all the songs contained within and tracks the history of each.

A Brilliant Use of Music in Groundhog Day I Never Noticed Until Now

A Brilliant Use of Music in Groundhog Day I Never Noticed Until Now

I’ve been watching Harold Ramis’ classic Groundhog Day at least once a year, since I was introduced to it in my film studies class in university. After so many viewings, you’d think all the nuances and easter eggs would have been discovered. But here’s one that I never noticed before watching the movie today: the perfect use of Ray Charles’ “You Don’t Know Me” during the date scene.

Phil (Bill Murray), having realized he can use his Sisyphean predicament to his advantage, sabotages the van so he can go on many, many dates with Rita. His plan is to build the perfect day for her, to win her over in one amazing evening. He’s calculating in his approach, making a mental list of her likes and dislikes – “no white chocolate, no fudge”. But even when he’s got every word perfected, every choice in line with Rita’s exact desires, it only results in her being creeped out by how well he knows her, having only (from her perspective) spent a day knowing each other. “Did you call my friends and ask them what I like and don’t like?”

The song “You Don’t Know Me” underscores the scene perfectly, first as a romantic theme, bereft of any significant meaning. Just a nice tune to set the mood as Phil and Rita fall in the snow and dance together.

But as things progress, and Phil’s formula for love begins to fall apart, Charles’ melody is pulled apart by score composer George Fenton (around the 56:30 mark, if you’re watching the movie) and used to accent Rita’s rejection of Phil, as her hand hits his face. The melody goes staccato as the hits fall on his cheek, over and over, until Phil gives up and walks away alone. The song then relaxes, and takes on its true meaning – it’s a song about a sad, lonely man who longs for a woman who doesn’t really know him, and he doesn’t really know her.

Phil realizes he can’t make Rita love him by tricking her, and he turns his attention to developing other skills. It’s a nice turning point in the film, although he’s still got more to learn.

Bonus: “You Don’t Know Me”, performed by original songwriter Eddy Arnold, and hitmaker Ray Charles.

A Bit on the Creative Process

I’m a songwriter, and I think one of the most interesting things about writing songs, and learning about other people’s songs, is finding out the story behind a song’s composition. Not often do you get a window on an artist’s creative process, but with the advent of the internet and social media, it sure is becoming easier for artists to share how their creative process works. So I thought I’d take a moment and shed some light on how songs come together for me, in the wake of a really amazing co-writing session I had today with Keith Macpherson of Keith and Renee.

Some songwriters are pragmatic in their approach, and believe that you can only really write lyrics after you’ve got the music down, or vice versa. I find that sort of limitation creativity-curbing, in that it forces you to have a completed structure before the idea of the song can emerge. Though I don’t necessarily subscribe to one linear method of writing songs, I do find that writing lyrics as you go seems to give you more flexibility to change arrangements of song structure and add new parts easily if a lyric demands.

Mainly I try to do some kind of musical decoupage in which I am constantly writing down lyric ideas, recording ideas for melodies and chord progressions as I move about my life (which has been made MUCH easier in recent months by using my the Evernote app for iPhone) and then compiling those little scraps into a workable song at some later date. That being said, sometimes I will have heard a song in a dream and I use that as a kernel. I have a sinking feeling that it’s my subconscious disassembling and mixing together bits of other music I’ve heard in my waking life. But let’s not get too Inception-ey here.

Refining a song after the initial thoughts are put down is probably one of the hardest parts of songwriting for me. It forces me to come out of my own shell and bounce my innermost thoughts and feelings, in song form, off of other people I collaborate with. I sometimes feel anxious or downright silly discussing the circumstances under which an idea came together, or trying to articulate the theme of a song to someone. This is especially true when I know it’s been put together from pieces of five different puzzles, if you know what I mean.

Lyrics always seem to start as a stream-of-consciousness. Writing for me involves less planning and more just writing whatever comes out when I hear the music. Sometimes full songs have been written this way and not been touched after.

What I end up with is a sort of half-remembered dream, that only makes sense after a couple weeks of playing it over and over again, when finally the words start to build meaning when the context in which they were written becomes clear.It’s like I have to detach myself from the fact that I put those words on paper (or screen) and look at them as objectively as possible, and then the theme sifts itself from the sand.

Of course that doesn’t always pan out. Sometimes I will set out to write about something specific and it takes a long time for a solid set of lyrics that fits into a rhythmic pattern, phrases right and works thematically.

Ultimately, writing a song is different every time, which is what makes it such a rewarding pastime. In the case of the song I was working on today with Keith, there’s a very specific line of events that brought me to the almost-finished product I have today. They are as follows:

  • I heard about Kevin Pollak’s Chat Show on Kevin Smith’s Podcast, SModcast.
  • After becoming a regular viewer of Kevin Pollak’s Chat Show, I dove into the archives and found a great interview with Billy West and John DiMaggio, the voices of Fry and Bender on Futurama.
  • Billy describes in the interview some techniques he uses for creating the unique voices of Fry, Professor Farnsworth, Zoidberg and other non-Futurama characters, including Popeye. West also mentions this in an interview I read about on Boing Boing, one of my favourite blogs. He said the inspiration for the Popeye voice came to him after he watched Genghis Blues, a documentary about the late blind bluesman Paul Pena, who traveled to Tuva to compete in a Tuvan throat singing competition.
  • I subsequently found and watched Genghis Blues and was inspired by Paul’s soulful songs, in particular the song Gonna Move (he also wrote Jet Airliner, which would go on to be a major hit for the Steve Miller Band in the 70s).

Then I started trying to put my own spin on that same joyful sound I heard on Gonna Move. And out came my song.

Noting this inspiration reminds me of another similar story. I once e-mailed I Mother Earth, one of my favourite bands as a teenager (and to this day) to ask them a question about the meaning of a song. I was asking about Good For Sule, which appears on their third (first post-Edwin) album, Blue Green Orange. It has a worldly quality to it, which had me imagining it was about the Lion King. In his reply, Tanna said it’s actually about an American professor named Sule who was torn between two worlds – the African village of which he was supposed next ruler, and the life he’d built for himself and his family in the US. Tanna said he had seen a documentary on television about Sule’s choice to either go to Africa and rule the tribe that his ancestors came from, or stay in the US. An inspiring story, apparently.

And now, you have a bit on the creative process for me. What inspires you?

New Demo – What If I’m Wrong?

My new band / side project / whatever is off to a great start. I’m in full writing mode now trying to come up with enough material for a full set of music and dog willing, an album. We had our first rehearsal last night and good vibes were flowing around everywhere, along with some tasty fretless bass lines from Colin, some sweet organ sounds from Mike and solid grooves from Don.

Anyway here’s my second entry for the as-yet-unnamed new project, a song I’ve been kicking around for a while called What If I’m Wrong. You can hear the first song, called The Flood, right here.

[soundcloud]http://soundcloud.com/dougmcarthur/what-if-im-wrong-take-1[/soundcloud]

Keep reading/listening for more!

New Demo – The Flood

Last night I met with my buddy Colin to go over a couple new song ideas. After he left I put down this rough idea for a new song called The Flood. I think the inspiration came from listening to a record by legendary blind bluesman Paul Pena.

[soundcloud]http://soundcloud.com/dougmcarthur/flood-2[/soundcloud]

Dear Baby

My first admission, before I get on with what I intend on saying – this is a straight rip of my girlfriend’s post of the same topic.

Now that that’s out of the way and I won’t get slammed for stealing precious intellectual property, I have a few things to say to my unborn child.

Stephen Hawking has just announced that time travel is possible. With that in mind, even though I don’t have a large hadron collider and a rocket ship faster than the speed of light, I’d still like to imagine I can visit you 20 years down the road and ask you all the things you wish I would have done differently. My hope is that you’ll love me dearly and tell me you don’t regret one moment of being my son/daughter.

In reality, you’ll probably tell me you really wish I’d bought you that computer/phone/apple gadget you wanted so badly when you were 16. I’d like to think I will teach you not to place such value on material things, but I know I like shiny things with buttons and touch screens and such, so how could I deny you of the same wants?

Here’s a few things I promise to do with you as you grow up. I’ll keep it bulleted, cause I know how kids these days hate reading.

  • Take you to your first, seventh and twenty-third concert. Rock, folk, indie, funk, soul … we’ll vary it up. Just no emo/screamo/justin bieber. for the love of all that is sacred. no justin bieber.
  • Let you beat around my old guitars. Get a ukulele / mandolin / schroeder’s piano from peanuts in your hands at age 5. maybe sooner, if your mom allows it in between all the books she’ll have you reading.
  • Talk to you like a human being (in addition to all the gibberish baby talk).
  • Teach you to sing (and harmonize with your dad). Remember it comes from your diaphragm, not your throat! Unless you’re Ray LaMontagne. Then it comes from that cloud of smoke inside your lungs that you never exhaled. On that note, don’t even think about being a smoker.
  • Read to you. You’re going to get literature totally crammed down your throat by your mother, but I want some input, too. I’m going to read you cool shit like The Age of Spiritual Machines, High Fidelity and when you’re ready, 1984, For Whom The Bell Tolls and Fight Club. I’ll leave the ones about kids with magic sticks, rings and hats to your mom.

That’s all for now … you’re going to get such an amazing cultural education at home, that I can promise you. Oh, and before I forget, we’re going to love the absolute shit out of you.

Sincerely, your dad.

Imagine (John Lennon cover)

I tried my hand at covering Imagine by John Lennon last night, using only GarageBand and my MacBook’s built-in microphone. The quality is surprisingly good, aside from a few spurts of distortion near the end where I (unfortunately) did not practice proper mic technique whilst belting out the final chorus. Have a listen for yourself, I think I’m going to give recording it another go some time with all my proper equipment set up.

 

Get Your (Live) Act Together, Regina

I recently spent the week traveling around Saskatchewan for business – I hit up Saskatoon, Watrous, Regina, Yorkton and Melville over four days and saw clients large and small. I trek west for work every couple of months and every time I leave Winnipeg I am reminded of how much I love my dear home town.

Don’t get me wrong, there are interesting things about places in Saskatchewan. Saskatoon has a decent music scene, but not nearly as good as Winnipeg. Watrous’ claim to fame is both the Manitou Springs Mineral Spa and the fact that it was selected as a location for TSN’s Sportscentre broadcast in August 2009.

As I tweeted about on Thursday, I was mighty disappointed with the music scene on a Thursday night in Regina. I want to go into a bit more detail than 140 characters will allow.

It was Thursday night and I had just finished a long day of client visits. None of my Regina coworkers were up to anything but I had a rental car and some free time, so I decided to check out what was going on downtown. I hit up a sushi place first and then popped next door to a pub called O’Hanlon’s to see what was going on. I took a little tour around the pub, which looked really nice. High ceilings, just the right amount of Guinness and Keith’s ads (and mirrors) on the walls. So I go up to the barkeep, a nondescript looking chap wearing plaid, as cool kids do, and asked him if there was to be a band at the pub that night. No, but a DJ is spinning tonight. Okay, no thanks, unless it’s RJD2, Kid Koala or Girl Talk, I’ll pass.

So I ask him if there are any other venues around with live music tonight. His reply? “No, not on a Thursday.”

Not on a Thursday? Maybe Winnipeg has spoiled me, but I expect there to be live music happening somewhere pretty much every night of the week. Especially Thursday through Sunday. That’s a given, isn’t it?

I implore you, people of Regina – either do a better job of promoting your music, if in fact there is music happening that said bartender is unaware of, or just make it happen. That’s all. Have a lovely weekend.

Summer Happiness Mix

I’m loving the current sunny weather in Winnipeg, and as such it has inspired me to make a happy summer mix, comprised entirely of songs that are like a musical ear-to-ear smile. What are the songs that make you the happiest when you hear them? Here’s some obvious choices I’ve got so far:

1. Martin SextonHappy (from Seeds) [bonus – here’s a making of Happy video from Martin in the studio]
2. Ron SexsmithHappiness (from Retriever)
3. Rufus WainwrightCalifornia (from Poses)
4. Amos LeeBottom of the Barrel (from Amos Lee)
5. Jenny Lewis featuring Elvis CostelloCarpetbaggers (from Acid Tongue)

And now it’s your turn to help me out … input, please!

Bandcamp: It’s not just for music geeks.

I’ve been attempting to ramp up some hype about my band’s new album, which we’ll be recording in just a few short weeks. In order to do so, I decided that it was time I made the rounds with our first record one more time.

As it happens, another band we’ve played with, and that I really like called Run The Red Light (formerly Retrograde), uses a website called Bandcamp to promote their album online. It’s a social media-friendly, simple-to-set up solution to sell your music online and make it easy for the fans to download it.

Their pages have a nice clean design that focuses your attention on the cover art and their feature-rich flash music player.

You can choose fixed prices for each album and track, or just let the customer decide what they think they should pay for your music (a la Radiohead). They also provide you with handy tools like embed codes for players, so you can easily share on blogs and other websites. Sweet, huh? This is one of the smartest music websites I’ve seen in a while. I’m still waiting on the relaunch of CDBaby.com, but until then, I’m happy with Bandcamp.

Meanwhile, in the other universe…

Broken Halos self-titled debut album.

Broken Halo's self-titled debut album.

I don’t normally do posts about personal stuff. I’m not sure why. No one else writes on this blog … it belongs to me, so why not make it personal? Well, here we go – a bit of a personal update from yours truly.

A lot of changes have come about for me as of late. I decided to leave my job at the end of the month in order to take on more freelance work this summer and focus on music. Yeah, music. Readers of this blog who don’t know me probably won’t know that I’m the singer of a rock band called Broken Halo. We’ve been together 7 years, done 1 rather successful tour to Western Canada (granted, that was 5 years ago) and released one album that has slowly but surely been selling copies or individual downloads online.

But it’s been two years since we released any music and it’s about time we did it again. So this time around, with my advertising and marketing experience in my back pocket, we’re going all out on making sure this album succeeds both critically and commercially.

There have been a lot of bands out there who start out going it alone and are actually making a career out of it. So who’s to say a little rock band from Winnipeg couldn’t do the same, with a little drive, some smart marketing and an assload of touring? My hope is, no one.

Feist: The Oblivious Tribe Leader

Feist: A beautiful voice and an oblivious tribe leader?

Feist: A beautiful voice and an oblivious tribe leader?

I’ve been spending some time listening to the audiobook version of Tribes: We Need You To Lead by Seth Godin. In the book, Godin talks about how people inside organizations and around the world are all connected, and need to be connected by tribes. These tribes are the cirlces of people centred around a leader – someone who is creative, confident and who the members of the tribe look up to, follow and emulate.

Godin cites The Grateful Dead as a key example of how a tribe can lead to success in any industry. The Dead didn’t rise to fame by climbing to the top of the charts with a hit single. They relied on the Deadheads, their legion of unwavering fans, to see their live shows and buy their albums. They were a tribe who helped the band be successful by loyally attending shows and honestly spreading their love of the band among their friends. This, says Godin, is the power of tribes and the mark of leaders – people who see value in something and want to share it in an unselfish way.

Feist, despite her mainstream success with 1-2-3-4, also depends on her loyal fans to keep things active in her career. She rewards fans by sharing personal anecdotes at shows and other gestures that tell fans “hey, I know you, I know where you’re from and I care about things you care about.” By rights, she’s an accessible star.

She has a significant amount of influence as the leader of her own tribe. But when that power is taken for granted, as it was the night of her show in Winnipeg, it can really reflect poorly on her. Let me explain. During “Secret Heart”, Feist had her camera operator put the camera on the floor, pointed at the back of her shoes. She then lifted each sole to reveal the words “THE PYRAMID” written on two small pieces of paper, taped to her soles.

My immediate inference was that the “secret” she was “dying to reveal” was that she was having an after-show party at The Pyramid (a popular music venue in downtown Winnipeg). Two hundred, yes, 200, other people thought exactly the same thing, and marched straight down to the Pyramid after the show.

Meanwhile, Dave McKeegan, the proprietor of said venue, was enjoying his night off by having a few beers with his friends and watching Monday Night Football. The one staff member actually at the venue called him in a panic when people began to line up outside, abuzz with chatter of when their precious tribe leader would make her appearance.

McKeegan begrudgingly made his way down to work as the fervent Feist fans poured into the Pyramid, waiting patiently for the maiden of the eve to arrive. The two staff members served drinks to fans and the ebb of conversations continued to move from hope to disbelief to anger and back again. But she did not show. Nor apparently did she intend on ever doing so.

According to a sound engineer who spoke with the artist shortly after her concert’s end, her intent was to give a shout-out to one of her favourite venues in the city. She had an early flight the next morning to skirt off to Regina to prepare for her next show. However, rumors of her appearance at The Pyramid were going around before her show commenced, so her intent is muddled in the sea of speculation. It’s possible she at one point intended on showing up and then decided against it after an energetic but tiring performance. Touring takes a lot out of artists. I will give her that.

But her failure as a tribe leader is her apparent broken promise to her loyal fans, who were eager to make a connection. Successful tribe leaders, as Godin says, are people who are willing to converse with the tribe, share ideas and give of themselves as members of that tribe.

At the very least, if she felt unwell or too exhausted to make an appearance at The Pyramid, she could have sent someone to inform people at the venue she wasn’t going to be there.

I think this is where common courtesy meets the mark of a leader. The more we all understand the influence we have on people as leaders of our own tribes, the better leaders we will become and the more successful we will be.

I think I’m going to send Feist a copy of Dale Carnegie’s How To Win Friends and Influence People. Just for kicks.