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|In recent reviews, I have complained about how I feel like I'm not getting into a lot new music these days. Between the increasing fragmentation of mass media, the fact that new pop music just isn't meant for me, and my old-man reluctance to try something that I don't already know and love, it often feels like the only new albums I hear are from my old favourites. |
Luckily, Mika listens to CBC Radio 3. Last year, whenever we had to drive somewhere, she started loading up her iPhone with a few installments of their countdown show, the R3-30. It has its share of stuff that I don't care for, but the hits-to-misses ratio is surprisingly decent. I just made a new CD for the car - because I am old and set in my ways and dang it, I enjoy my outdated technology - and close to half of it is composed of songs I first heard on the R3-30.
One of the first standouts from those podcasts was Mo Kenney's song Déjà Vu, a song so catchy that I'll go through the effort of adding the accents even though this is America and we speak English here. I probably first heard the song over a year ago, but I seemingly can't make myself sick of it. It's like pizza, which is a comparison that I'm not certain Kenney would appreciate, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Mika bought her debut album - not specifically because it was produced by Joel Plaskett, but that certainly didn't hurt - and I really enjoyed it, so I was excited for the show. I'd say that the $10 tickets certainly didn't hurt, but I hate reusing my clichés so close to each other.
We got to the Artful Dodger mere moments after Other James had arrived. We bought drinks and got caught up, by which I mean we mostly swapped cat stories. They climb so high and land so hard and talk so much, but my cat kills birds. Other James would not stand for such behaviour.
Other James had red wine and Mika got a rum and Coke. In my true boring fashion, I opted for a Diet Coke. They served it in this heavy clay glass that got insanely cold. I had to keep switching hands. I fell in love with this glass. People on the internet who don't know me might think this is a weird statement. People who know me closely will think it is even weirder. I mean, I am 37 and my primary drinking glasses came from Rogers Video and had the logos of James Bond movies emblazoned on them. I am not even kidding about this. You just can't tell because they've gone through the dishwasher often enough to take off most of the lead paint. Other James - because he knows everyone in the province - told me that my glass was made by Martin Tagseth, an artist from Lake Lenore. I cannot prove this to be true and some preliminary googling raises a very important issue; namely, I can't see a restaurant or bar paying those kinds of prices considering how often glasses get smashed. However, I am gonna put this link right here in case the glass was made by Tagseth, he puts something similar up for sale someday, and a wealthy benefactor wants me to have drinkware that I can also use to kill a man: http://www.mysteria.ca/Artist-Detail.cfm?ArtistsID=702&ppage=120
Man. I wanted to steal the glass and Mika said "no" and I wasn't really going to do it anyway but now that I had to relive its heft and coldness, I'm sad that I didn't.
Our opener was Andy Shauf, a singer-songwriter from Regina. I didn't know a whole lot about him, though I'd seen his name everywhere; it seems like he is one of those Indigo Joseph/Julia McDougall types who plays a ton of shows here and you'll wind up seeing him every now and then, even if by accident. In voice and mannerisms, he reminded me of some sort of bizarre cross between Will Forte and my friend Colin, a comparison which means precisely nothing to anyone on Earth apart from me. And maybe Colin, if he watched Saturday Night Live a few years ago. But I don't think he did. Anyway, I thought his songs were pretty decent, though I occasionally had a hard time making out the lyrics and I had a feeling that I might actually prefer the recorded versions. I'm currently listening to a few of his tunes on the Bandcamp page for his newest album - http://andyshauf.bandcamp.com/album/the-bearer-of-bad-news because apparently I'm linking to everything today - and it seems like that might be the case.
I see that his page has five tags: pop, dark, folk, Regina, and clarinet. There was, indeed, a clarinet on stage. When Mika first saw the clarinet, she was skeptical. Other James, on the other hand, was delighted. But when is he not?
Between sets, Other James spent part of the evening chatting with roller derby girls, and he also pointed out the lead singer of Library Voices in the crowd. Like I said, everyone in the province.
Mo Kenney has had two songs that did really well on the R3-30 (that I've heard, anyway; I tend to skip the show for weeks at a time). One thing I've noticed is that people who've heard both seem to have distinct preferences for one or the other - Sucker or Déjà Vu. I've already established myself as being firmly in the Déjà Vu camp, but I have a newfound appreciation for Sucker after having learned that it was written while drunk, dumped, and depressed about making pizzas for Sobey's. It all makes sense now.
Kenney's album has ten songs and clocks in at only about 34 minutes, so it's not surprising that she played the whole thing. She was on her first tour with a band - a bass player and a drummer - though they left the stage for about the middle third of the set so Kenney could do some songs by herself. Like on the album, In My Lungs segued into Déjà Vu. Before playing Eden, she mentioned making a video for it with director Greg Jackson; she did not say that this was NOT the same Greg Jackson who is Georges St-Pierre's coach, so I choose to assume that it was. This was for a contest and they won, so let's continue with today's linkfest: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em6JaCq44nY
The songs from the record were supplemented by some new songs that she'd recently written with some Swedes, as well as a cover of Joel Plaskett's Somewhere Else. I half-thought Mika might consider this to be blasphemy, but she doesn't have the no-covering-my-favourites rule that some of my other friends have. Kenney also played Five Years, introducing it as "the first song on a record that my dad gave me; I won't tell you what it is." I decided it was a Leonard Cohen song and then I googled it to make sure and haha no whoops it's David Bowie and probably everyone on Earth knew that but it turns out I sometimes don't know things about things at all. I suppose this is how one learns.
Kenney seemed a little nervous at times, especially when she was talking between songs. She seemed to loosen up a bit as the show went on, and she also has a dry sense of humour that I found really appealing. Mika noted that her voice seemed the strongest when she was singing other people's songs. I'm not sure about that; maybe it's just that most of her own songs are quieter and aren't really designed to be belted out.
The band closed with a cover of Shakin' All Over, which was a fun and energetic way to end a really good show. The only real negative during the evening was the crowd; there seemed to be quite a few people who either left as the show was getting going or who just weren't interested in paying attention. I think some people were only there to see Andy Shauf (I get that; he's local and he was good and all), and the low ticket prices probably didn't help matters either. I've said before that I'd rather pay to go to a show rather than go to a free show, since the cost weeds out some of the people who aren't really interested in being there. Maybe raising ticket prices - even $5 or so - might have kept a few not-really-interested people out but brought in as much money? Who knows how these things work.
Kenney said she was planning to stick around after the show and sell CDs, and she also said that people could just talk with her or they could "embrace." We didn't stay for that, since Mika already bought the album, and the Artful Dodger had been really warm (which is one reason why I loved that cold glass so much) and it seemed cruel and unfair to ask anyone to embrace me at that point. Other James hung around for a bit; I haven't talked to him since the show, but I assume him and Mo Kenney are bestest friends now, since that's just how he works.
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• Loretta Lynn (October 23)
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• Ben Folds & Edmonton Symphony Orchestra (May 21, 2014)
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