Yes. John Wright, with whom I’ve made music off and on for about thirty years, made a record which you just might have heard under the nom de rock of Dead Bob. It’s called Life Like and it’s available online, and format copies you can hold and admire and file alphabetically on a shelf will be available at the forthcoming Dead Bob live shows. Did I just say that? Am I burying the lede? Well, I’ll be there, no matter which one you go to, holding down the left hand side of the stage playing keyboards as well as the trombone I’ve just taken up specifically for this project. I’d like to know what the trombone has done, exactly, to deserve immediate association with “ska” in the imaginations of the unimaginative. Why not Mahler’s 3rd or Alice Donut’s reading of “War Pigs?” The answers to this question and others at venues all around British Columbia as John, along with myself, Byron from Invasives, Kristy from Rong, and Colin from Pigment Vehicle bring his wonderful music to real live audiences. Maybe we’ll see you there, or at one of the other ones we’re hoping to encounter in the year ahead! Watch this space and others for more info. Until then, maybe I’ll see you back at the Lido where we’ll see how the the last couple of years’ embrace of looping technology holds up in the presence of somebody who knows what she’s doing when I perform solo with Mi’ens!
These are the facts: maintaining steady and regular updates is constitutionally alien to me at this time. Has it ever not been? I’m not proud of it, but these are the facts. There are some other ones too, like the recent digital release of a fake solo Pete Townshend song that I wrote just so that I would have the chance to get Beez to play on it and spend the night hanging out with him. That was out just in time for me to play with Selina Martin on her recent triumphant return to these shores. These shores would be located around Canada with the lengthiest ones being positioned at its perimeter.
Of interest also could be the recent digital release of John Wright’s long-awaited first collection of solo recordings under the sobriquet Dead Bob, to which I contributed in a small way, and the laying of plans for that project’s live manifestation, to which I’m going to contribute in a big way.
Another new project I’ve been happy to contribute to is Jibbernaut, which has me reunited with the wonderful men I played with in Tankhog thirty years ago. Thirty years. Ye cats. Is there a live debut forthcoming to celebrate the release of the new EP? Yes.
And are there also upcoming local solo shows with the likes of Carolyn Mark and Mi’ens? Also yes.
I would offer something feeble about resolving to pay more attention to this space and to stay in better touch, but filling the world with more disingenuousness and chagrin hardly seems worthy. Those are the facts. We’ll communicate some more when I create some new ones!
Remember when I said I hadn’t done any music during Covid? Yeah, well it seems that was a fib. This is a collection of previously unused music written between about 1984 and 2007 that I thought it would fun to demo and fashion finished songs out of over the last year. They’re arranged more or less chronologically as originally conceived (I cheated here and there) and they’re titled after the succession of most of the bands that I was in throughout that span. Some of those bands recorded and toured internationally, some lasted a couple of practices. The conceit is that the concerns addressed by the song named for one band are those of a person who imagines himself in the next band on the list; the preoccupations of the day girt in the motley of the next action taken. These songs are dense with jokes that only I get, references to other songs – my own and others’, and recurring lyrical images of identity, transformation, the topography of unfilled spaces, and things that take on power and significance as they wane. Regarded all together, they present a Bildungsroman of sorts, or likely a bull-dung’s roman, as subjective recollections of emotionally loaded and temporally distinct inner states must always be taken with various portions of salt. Some of them very large indeed. Do unreliable narrators own up to it? A fifty-year-old looking for something worthy in the heedlessness and insecurity of his former selves, and sometimes finding it.
Proud and fortunate to feature contributions from Paul Rigby, Martin Tielli, Christine Fellows, Meredith Bates, John Korsrud, Hugh Jarms, and Michael Jung. Monies received for the download of this album will be forwarded to Girls’ Rock Camp Vancouver. www.girlsrockcampvancouver.ca
Bonne année, tout le monde. 2018 will be remembered as the year that saw the release (FINALLY!) of The Vengeance Trio’s second album, Expensive Tissue, Strength Of Materials entering the studio to offer adornment to new recordings by The New Pornographers, a reunion with the group that plucked me from the pit and set my feet on the path of righteousness, Jr. Gone Wild (as well as sittings-in with both D.O.A. and Roots Roundup!), and a successful solo tour of Europe which saw me sharing the stage once more with the estimable Tom Holliston. The year concluded with an act of piracy, as the domain name www.fnordpier.com lapsed (owing to my own dunderpatedness, it is true) and was instantaneously snatched by extortionist robot blackguards who thought to ransom it back to me. Well, fuck them. We were all getting a little tired of the vintage 2007 html look, were we not? Va bene. When life gives you lemons, yadda-yadda. What we have here is an OPPORTUNITY. Welcome to thefordpier.com, which I can feel in my marrow, as I sit here drinking wine that’s been sitting open since New Year’s and listening – don’t ask me why – to Bruckner’s third symphony, is going to be the best website I’ve ever had. I may not even subject it to criminal neglect! Continue to watch this space as I learn all about how to make it more beautiful for you, and grow comfortable enough with your presence to share secrets. Until then I’ll see you in Seattle for upcoming shows from The Smugglers and Victims Family! Starting off mighty fine in 2-0-1-9…