Dear so and so

Dear so and so;

When you left

I wasted no time

and

I washed away the stains

and

with them

the scent of you

and

I threw out the used condoms

that lined the garbage pail

and

I washed up all the dishes

from

the dinner, the wine, the conversation

the nervousness, the subtle flirtation

and

the lack of eye contact.

It feels like

I’m ridding the imprint we left together

on time

brief

comforting

one evening spent

til the morning after

and the blaring insecurity

the scrutiny that comes after

that has me begging the question

Am I ready?

I am throwing away the empty bottles

that we drank so easily

like we drank each other in

like water…

and

I’m wiping clean the memory of you

in my bed

in my home

and in my mind.

When I think about it all

it’s further and further away

as if it never happened

though

it was only yesterday.

There is no evidence of you

save for the leftovers

a dinner for two

it’s as if it was someone else’s night

I watched it on T.V.

when at first sight

there you were

a handsome man

awkward

at my door

and I

had scarcely finished shaving my legs

in wishful anticipation

it’s as if it were

someone else

that watched you hold her

with a tattooed forearm

while you slid yourself inside

moved your body

as she writhed

and

I wish I hadn’t washed my sheets

at least

for the scent of you

because

you were barely here at all.

Happy Friday Music V

In spite of all the public drama that has transpired recently and feeling soured about the social sites (anti-social) on the net, I’m posting my Friday song. Why? Because I fucking love music and I love sharing it. It’s therapeutic and inspiring in the way that it accompanies emotion like a soundtrack. I can associate many a great song/album/artist to a period in my life. I record my own history to it.

This Friday’s song is from a Canadian songstress, Julie Doiron. She’s a Juno winning artist with a very laid back sound. Though I may use the term “laid back” I don’t mean to imply that her music sounds as if there was an ambivalent approach to it, in fact, quite the opposite. I say laid back meaning the sound itself, the soothing vocals, her breathiness, simple guitar and uncomplicated beat, has something casual about it, as if it knows it was made to be heard and it simply accepts that for what it is.

We’re talking pared down, basic musicianship here. There is a small cast in her line-up. Most of her stuff consists of a guitar, drums and vocals which is rare these days. Artists often dress up the music with complicated mixes of the usual guitar, drum, bass but add to it horns, strings etc, an endless list of possibilities really. Experimentation with sound combinations seems to be a fad in modern music, which is not a complaint, believe me, but it’s a nice break in all the commotion to hear distinct instruments, standing alone in a song. And doing it well.

I take nothing away from her manipulation of the basic instrumentation she employs. Though it stands bare boned as a three-piece most times, it is simplicity that is the most difficult kind of music to make. It’s no surprise she’s an award winner.

Hailing from Moncton New Brunswick, Julie came onto the music scene originally with an indie hero Eric’s Trip in the 1990’s. They broke up in 1996 but have reunited more recently to tour. The song I’m posting is not off of her newest album, “I can wonder what you did with your day” but it is the first song that made me fall in love with her music.

It’s from the Polaris Prize short listed album “Woke Myself Up”. The song is called “No More” and is a fitting statement to end my High School-like drama filled week. It’s one of those songs that you want to sing along to. The lyrics are easy enough to learn, the message is relatable and the rhythm has bounce to it. The video is a rather cute encapsulation of the lyrics and only adds to her sweet irresistability. 

So bid a great big adieu to a shitty partner, a shitty day, a shitty week or a shitty situation with this one. Turn it up, give it a few listens if you want. You might need it. It’s a picture tearing, putting your foot down couple of minutes that you won’t regret taking. You’ll still want to be friends afterwards with this one. It’s too nice not to be.

No More” Julie Doiron

Happy Friday Music III

Yes, I realize that it’s technically early Saturday morning but, since I’ve yet to go to bed, I’m considering it on time for Friday. Don’t get all anal with me. I don’t want any messages about it being too late for a Friday submission. Tough shit. My blog, my rules and it’s still Friday to me. HA HA!

This is not a “happy” song perse, its slow, its simple, its mellow, but it’s beautiful and it’s a great spring usher for the grey rain clouds. After all, without them, we wouldn’t have all this lush green grass finally rising up and all the other botanical beauty poking it’s head out.

Patrick Watson is easily one of my favorite newer artists. It certainly doesn’t hurt that they’re also Canadian. He/They even won a Polaris Music Prize in 2007 for their album Close to Paradise. But don’t let the band name fool you. Though the man himself oozes creative genius, it is a 4 piece band that perform under the title “Patrick Watson”. It’s a name fitting of their simple yet  polished and dapper music style.

The songs themselves are beautifully crafted with a predominant melodic piano, flowing into ethereal sounds of experimentation. The notes have a way of moving their way through you, smooth, moody, lulling a sense of surreality. Add Patrick’s gently lilting vocals and you get something that conjures the era of silent films, bowler hats, white gloves, Louise Brooks and traveling by train.

This is one of those bands that, when you hear 1 song from them, you are instantly starving for more of their music. You will find yourself sucked into their intriguing and unique world which includes music videos that are startling-ly accurate companions to the music, a website that lends to a melancholic art-y feel and scruffy chic sleep-deprived looking musicians that will steal your romantic heart. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!

“Fireweed”, Patrick Watson from the album “Wooden Arms“.