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Thriftstock a raging success

April 1st, 2009

Paradise is not always a tropical island in the sun or a luxurious hotel. Sometimes, it’s a store filled floor-to-ceiling with old albums, plaster casts of teeth, racks of second-hand clothing, musical instruments and knick-knacks up the wazoo.

Last night, a bunch of people who love music and the arts, performed in just such a place. The Family Thift Store is downtown Guelph’s least likely, but most fantastic concert venue.

I’ve written about the saga of Ray Mitchell’s junk store here before. But now the end has come. And so for the last week, Ray and his daughter, Jenny Omnichord, have been holding a series of concerts called Thriftstock to try and show the Royal City what it will be missing when the store closes its doors.

Ray is what we in the biz call a character. He always has a good quote, his store, which is filled with “treasures and mysteries” is always great for a photo, and more often than not, people are prone to disregard much of what he says, labelling it hyperbole and balderdash. Which is why I guess it took many months before anybody paid attention to his claims that the city was going to buy up a bunch of property on Wyndham Street and demolish it so the new library could have frontage on a main street.

Ray Mitchell, by Nick Iwanyshyn

It turns out, Ray’s predictions were true. The city does plan to buy up the block, tear it down and build a new library with some greenspace. And who’s going to protest a library? Nobody. But due to some troubles with a landlord, last night was, well, the last night.

Ray has provided this community’s artists, musicians and entertainers with instruments, equipment, friends, materials, a place to perform and a place to sleep. For the last week, they’ve been paying him back with shows. Groups as varied as Knock Knock Ginger, The D’Urbervilles, The Magic, Tacoma Hellfarm Tragedy, Richard Laviolette, Innes Wilson and his Opposition, Greg Denton, The Saltlick Kids and many more have performed at the Thrift Store in the past week.

Tonight, Wax Mannequin, Scott Nightingale of Guelph group Ragg Mopp (who I’m sorry, I can’t find any other information on, though I’m pretty sure they’re on NoFi Militant Records, but somebody correct me if I’m wrong) and The Burning Hell (Pat’s written about them here) performed. All these groups are quite fitting. Scott played the very first show at The Family Thrift Store. At the time, they all assumed it was a one-off. Then Wax Mannequin called because he was on a tour of alternative venues. He’d just played a grocery store and wondered, would the Family Thrift Store host him? Sure, said Jenny, who in addition to releasing solo albums, plays omnichord and sings with The Burning Hell.

It was a bittersweet goodbye, but I think the Burning Hell was a great choice to end it all with.

Their song The Things That People Make (parts one and two) is perfect for Ray, who is famous for his window displays. Once, he was approached by an art student who asked him to display a pig carcass tattooed with images of naked women as a statement on gender politics. Liberal use of an air freshener did not deter the flies. He’s taunted Leafs fans (as should we all), entreated local politicians to retire, called them bigots when they deserved to be called bigots, and just generally stated his mind via the found art he arranges for all to see. The displays may not all be my cuppa tea, but I think they’re great because they’re pushing boundaries and envelopes and buttons and other things that sometimes need to be pushed. Ray makes things and artistic people gravitate toward him. And now that his store is gone, they won’t. It’s as simple as that. Now, Ray could return in a different location, but until he does, there will be a gap and we’ll all be the worse off for it.

Late last night, when all but Burning Hell front man Mathias Kom and Jenny had left the makeshift stage, it got quiet and Jenny said she felt honoured to be the last to sing there. There was a moment of applause for Ray, who stood there, silently holding his sleeping grandson, Otis. Then, Kom announced they were about to retire a song he’d written about Guelph, one of his favourite places besides his hometown of Peterborough. And they sang Municipal Monarchs and at the chorus, the whole place sang along:

We’ll be municipal monarchs
With crowns made of oak leaves and birch bark
Our subjects will be loving and loyal
After all, this city is royal.

 
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Goin’ to church on a Saturday night

March 28th, 2009

Several years ago, a friend turned me onto Danny Michel. He was common knowledge on the Canadian indie scene by then, but I’d only just heard of him. I agreed to go see him play at a tiny campus bar in Calgary and his charisma and musical ability blew me away.

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I bought two CDs that night, then went home and downloaded the rest. I even paid for it! Support independent artists, guys!

Then I moved to Guelph and heard through the grapevine that he lived in the area. He’s played a few shows since I’ve been here, but then he went on tour with Stuart McLean’s Vinyl Cafe and was never around.

The closest I’ve come to seeing Danny play here was watching a Burning Hell set at Hillside Festival last year and standing right behind him. He and Hawksley Workman were watching the show together and instead of being like “why hello talented, artistic, gentlemen who are also very handsome,” I was like “I’m drunk and sunburned.” So I just stood thre and watched the show with them. It was a nice little Hillside moment. But earlier this year, when I heard he was playing the Dublin Street United Church, I knew I’d try to attend.

That show takes place tonight and I’m excited! I love seeing shows in churches. They’re such great venues. Oh, and, um, yay God? And stuff?

Seriously. The acoustics are always amazing and this church in particular has a great, warm sound that I think will really heighten the Danny Michel concert experience. I saw Matthew and Jill Barber play there last year and they were great. I can’t wait to hear If God Is On Your Side performed in a church. Also, if he could perform Elvis’ The Song of the Shrimp from Girls! Girls! Girls! I would be an extremely happy girl.

Because I always try to immerse myself in the music of a particular artist before I see them live, I’ve been perusing my complete Danny Michel catalogue and marvelling at his progression as a songwriter and musician.

His latest, Feather, Fur and Fin is, while not wildly, insanely better than any of his earlier albums, has a different feel. There’s more experimentation with sound and breaks and lyrics and it took awhile for me to warm up to it, but it’s one of my favourites now. It’s hard to beat the nostalgia of Two Hearts on 2003’s Tales From the Invisible Man, where he sings about making out on the shag rug and croons “I got no beepers, no pagers. Just Farrah Fawcett-Lee-Majors” but he manages with the intense howl of “You’re the last match in the pack!” on I’m ‘a Love You Anyway. And whoever suggested the baritone sax and glockenspiel (I’m blaming McLean) has my eternal gratitude. Michel digs a little deeper with every record and I respect that.

I’m gonna go ahead and give you a Danny Michel sampler. And I strongly encourage you to give ‘em all a listen, go out to shows and buy, buy, buy.

And also make sure you check out this amazazing video for Feather, Fur and Fin, featuring more than 3,500 photos taken in Belize.

Right? It’s awesome! So you should come out tonight. Dublin Street United (It’s on the corner of Dublin and Suffolk in Guelph) at 7:30. The opening act is jazz singer Roxann Potvin and she is quite fine. To hold tickets, email milanovichlil@hotmail.com or get ‘em at Ground Floor Music.

 
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Here’s to the here and now

March 26th, 2009

I missed Jason Collett’s set at Hillside Festival last year (though I saw him play at the Sunday Morning Gospel Hour and a Half) and somehow managed to bypass his 2008 album, Here’s to Being Here.

But I’ve been listening to it in advance of his show tonight at the eBar. Frankly, it’s been providing me with the perfect “Now-I’m-Unemployed-but-Life-Goes-On” soundtrack. Combined with Joel Plaskett’s new triple album Three, which I’m still absorbing, Here’s to Being Here has been filling my days with beautifully crafted, rootsy numbers that tell me I’ve got nothing to lose and everything to gain.

jasoncollettRoll On Oblivion does just what it says it will: You’re immersed in an ocean of folk-pop on a particularly tranquil day, with waves of chords just rippling over you, out to the horizon. And once you’re done splashing around in the ocean, there’s a sprawling afternoon before you, a perfectly good hammock stretched between two palm trees and absolutely no intention to honour any engagements. I imagine just crawling in there and listening to the Lou Reed-esque nasal tone in Collett’s voice on Not Over You and crying to myself because dammit, I still wish I had a job and I’ll never really get over losing this one, no matter how hard I convince myself I am.

I see my future in this album, too. I could picture listening to Out of Time, with its “ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-oooohhh!” studded chorus and Rolling Stones strut on a cool, spring morning, curlers in my hair, getting ready for work and sipping coffee on a city balcony somehwere, while the streets wake up around me. There’s nothing hurried or urgent in Collett’s music and the album’s title, Here’s to Being Here, is really resonating with me. It’s something I’m learning to appreciate. Being here - right here, where I am right now - is just fine. This week is about pausing and reflecting on that.

Collett will be supported by his labelmates, Toronto group Zeus. They’re releasing their debut album, Something Awesome on Arts & Crafts sometime this spring. Right now, they’re offering a few tracks for free. They’re all catchy, sweet-sounding rockers that do pop a solid by representing.

But my favourite is The Renegade. Its piano track has a boogie-woogie feel that reminds me of nothing so much as the Beatles on Lady Madonna. Sure, sure, everything’s influenced by the Beatles. But finding yourself compared to them on your first outing is no mean feat. Keep it up, guys, and you’re going to find yourself big, stupid music stars.

But that’s not all! Local boys Tacoma Hellfarm Tragedy will be on the bill, too.

Fine purveyors of tonics to cure what ails you or murder you silently in your sleep, this foursome’s last album, Orchard Songs on Guelph’s Digital-D.I.Y. label, Out of Sound, is a triumph of gutter-crawling, lyin’, cheatin’, heart-breakin’ murder ballads.

It features many sad songs masquerading as happy songs, like True Love Killed My True Love’s Love For Me, which sets a cheery pace that wouldn’t be out of place on an Archies album. But it’s better than that, because overlapping the shiny, happy rhythm are melancholy vocals and pedal steel the way it was meant to be played, dammit. Though they’ve been around for awhile, Tacoma Hellfarm Tragedy are a new discovery for me and I’m definitely hoping to see more. Their website says a new album is due out this year, so be on the lookout!

This show is a benefit concert for Out On The Shelf, a queer library and reference centre in downtown Guelph. It’s a fine and worthy organization you should support by attending the show. Come on out! It’s from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m. tonight at the eBar. Tickets are $12 if you bring a food donation, or $14 without.

 
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You’d better leave my kitten alone

July 6th, 2008

I brought a new little kitten into my household last month. So far, so good.

My older cat, The Chairman Meow, has adapted well to miss Imelda Meowcos. And by that I mean, he sometimes pins her to the carpet with his giant jaw. Enjoy that while you can, buddy. She’s getting bigger every day.

Sigh. They grow up so fast!

I’m leaving them alone together for more than 24 hours for the first time tomorrow morning and I’m a little nervous. I’ve been hesistant to go away, but I’ve had these tickets for this show, see. And I don’t like to waste money. Okay. That’s a lie. I do like to waste money, but I like to actually consume the stuff I’m wasting it on. You know. Like liquor and nailpolish. And Calexico shows at the Mod Club. Calexico!

Sometimes, I wish my life was exciting enough to warrant a soundtrack. Can’t you just see me, poised and cool at a cantina, wind whipping my hair as I watch for my man? He appears on the horizon as the sparse, spare notes of Calexico’s cover of Guns of Brixton pluck their way across the desert. As the horns build to a fiery pitch, he stalks closer. Is he an illusion born of the sweltering heat and my long dry spell concerning the gueros? Perhaps. Or perhaps I should look into a career as a Harlequin writer. Lord knows it’d have to pay better than freelancing feature articles.

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I like Calexico in almost all of their styles, but the mariachi/Ennio Morricone/sizzling southwestern flavour they bring to the longer epics are my faves. In particularl, I love Crystal Frontier. Which recently woke up the astronauts on the space shuttle Discovery! So sure, your favourite band is probably pretty awesome, but could they rock in SPACE? I thought not.

Calexico - Crystal Frontier

This show is going to be something to behold. Because I just now discovered that if you’re planning to attend, you should most definitely not skip the opening act to get drinks elsewhere. Because Calexico brought my FAVOURITE Calgary band, Woodpigeon, with them! Hooray!

Woodpigeon played the first show I saw last year in January at Broken City. That show set the tone for a year of amazazing concerts for me. I owe it all to Woodpigeon. They also cleared up my skin and helped me get better grades. Before Woodpigeon, I was a loser. Now, I’m still a loser, but I listen to Woodpigeon on my iPod sometimes. You should, too!

Woodpigeon - Home as a romanticized concept where everyone loves you always and forever

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In other news: I live in Guelph. There are lots of artists here. Lots of musically inclined folk. It’s nice because, I could probably walk to 127 Grange St. and buy up every album Burnt Oak Records have to offer and not be disappointed once.

But if I were to make a couple of recommendations based on my perusal of the catalogue of this artist collective, I would tell you to very seriously consider Elbow Beach Surf Club’s EP Billy Club, released last November. Holy shit, is it good.

Guelph, it turns out, is in Ontario. Guess what’s not in Ontario? A beach where you can surf. I don’t hold it against the province though. There’s plenty of other things to recommend it (I’m canoing the Elora Gorge in August) and besides, Elbow Beach Surf Club’s tune Turf Dream is like, Dick Dale meets Sonic Youth. This music doesn’t make me want to surf as much as it makes me want to get in a Detroit muscle car, strap my surfboard to the roof and drive to Tofino.

Elbow Beach Surf Club - Turf Dream

Burnt Oak also gives Guelph group Green Go shelter from the storm.

Hey, Albion Hotel, I come to your hallowed halls almost every Friday to get my drink on. I can’t say I don’t miss the old, divey Albion, but I don’t mind the decor so much as the music. Every Friday, I am forced to listen to hideous, loud, dance music. I love Michael Jackson remixes as much as the next person, but could you get in gear and play some LOCAL musicians? I promise, Mad Man Max will inspire as much frenetic grinding and flailing as, say, Billy Jean and give you some sweet indie cred to boot! How bout it?

Green Go - Mad Man Max

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