(I got the idea for this series while sifting through the ‘piles’ of digital photos on my laptop. It occurred to me to share some of these great pics from some of my favourite concert sets from time to time. Until I get around to the next one, I invite you to peruse my ever-growing list of concerts page.)
Frightened Rabbit at Osheaga, 2013
Artist: Frightened Rabbit When: August 4th, 2013 Where: River stage, Osheaga, Parc Jean-Drapeau, Montreal Context: A few days ago, I posted about how I recently purchased the 10th anniversary pressing of Frightened Rabbit’s 2nd album, “The midnight organ fight“. And of course, I made mention of frontman Scott Hutchison’s untimely death. It started me off thinking about the tragedy of it all, had me revisiting a bunch of their tracks, and got me reminiscing about the one and only time I ever got to see them live. My friends, Tim and Mark, and I decided to go to Montreal’s Osheaga as a means of celebrating a certain milestone birthday and we saw a great many excellent bands. I was especially excited for Frightened Rabbit’s set on day three because they had released their fourth studio album, “Pedestrian verse”, earlier in the year and it was in the early running for one of my faves for the year. Mark and I braved the medium-sized, early afternoon crowds (leaving Tim in the shade to nurse his hangover) and we were treated to an amazing performance. Point of reference song: “Backyard skulls”
Scott and Grant Hutchison of Frightened RabbitBilly Kennedy and Andy Monaghan of Frightened RabbitGordon Skene of Frightened RabbitScott and Grant Hutchison and Billy KennedySimon Liddell of Frightened RabbitScott and Grant Hutchison looking intense
(Vinyl Love is a series of posts that quite simply lists, describes, and displays the pieces in my growing vinyl collection. You can bet that each record was given a spin during the drafting of each corresponding post.)
Artist: Frightened Rabbit Album Title: The midnight organ fight Year released: 2008 Year reissued: 2018 Details: Heavyweight vinyl, 10th anniversary edition
The skinny: Here’s another record, along with the Ride record I featured last weekend in this space, that I purchased during my Boxing Day sales exploits. There’s not a lot of photos to share. It’s a pretty bare bones release but a great one nonetheless. In 2018, Frightened Rabbit released this 10th anniversary pressing of their critically-acclaimed, second album, “The midnight organ fight”. They had also arranged a tribute recording of it by friends of the band (later released the following year) and were also in the midst of celebrating the anniversary with a tour when frontman Scott Hutchison went missing. Unfortunately, he was found the next day drowned. The hype sticker on the cover of this release has the NME claiming the album as “utterly beautiful, scathingly honest, darkly hilarious, and impossibly grandiose”. It is all that but like all of Frightened Rabbit’s music in hindsight, it’s all quite heartbreaking.
Sit right back on that comfy white leather sectional there and let me tell you the tales of all my previous dwellings. Not where we currently sit in the lovely home that was built for us out in the suburbs over twelve years ago, where we saw a community rise up around us, displacing wetland flora and fauna and welcoming the usual suburban wildlife.
No. I’m talking about the litany of apartments, starting with the two bedroom unit on the third floor of a low rise, where the radiator heating never truly worked and our landlords would hand us electrical heaters to supplement. And before that, the low rent, basement apartment in which we could always hear our landlords yelling at each other above us. The beautiful but tiny, tiny, tiny one in Sandy Hill (an area that is a mix of students and embassies) that was our first apartment in Ottawa, where my wife wrote countless papers for her masters degree and I tried not to get in her way.
And prior to that, a one-bedroom in Ronces in Toronto, the only apartment in which I lived alone, well, not alone, truly, because my cat Lucy spent more time there than I did. Then, there was the two-bedroom, railroad style apartment that I lived in for two years at Bathurst and St Clair with two different roommates, Ryan and Chrissy, consecutively, not concurrently. And I’ll stop this list with Armenia, the nickname me and my roommates gave the three-bedroom apartment that we all lived in just off campus to finish off our degrees in at York University. That place that saw more than its fair share of parties, laughter, and heartbreak.
“July! July!” is track three on The Decemberists’ brilliant debut album, “Castaways and cutouts” and it is, reportedly, Colin Meloy doing what I just did there but in song form and only speaking about one of the places in which he lived.
“This is the story of the road that goes to my house
And what ghosts there do remain
And all the troughs that run the length and breadth of my house
And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains“
Colin Meloy has said that the song is about the place he was living in at the time of writing for this first album and that the place was an old slaughterhouse. That he imagined it was haunted by the ghosts of the chickens that had lost their lives there and that he wrote about it could be a nod to Neutral Milk Hotel, a band with whom The Decemberists were certainly oft compared in their early days, and their song, “Ghost”, off “In the aeroplane over the sea”. But Meloy and his Decemberists weren’t ever just about simple mimicry. They have always added their own touch and twist to the legends and the traditions that they mined.
“And we’ll remember this when we are old and ancient
Though the specifics might be vague
And I’ll say your camisole was sprightly light magenta
When in fact it was a nappy blueish grey“
Here, Meloy plays on memories and how we distort them over time. Our lense on the past changes with the winds of time, rosy and cheerful or black and bleak, depending on our mood or character. Meloy is obviously of the former, choosing the ‘sprightly’ remembrance over the ‘nappy’. He and his players accompany the words with only peppy drumming for the first few bars and then the organs kick in for a wild dance. Yeah, for a song about chicken ghosts and gut shot, crooked French Canadians, it’s a chipper track, perhaps the most upbeat track on the album, and all tied up neatly in a bow at just under three minutes.
Enjoy your Saturday all!
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