“We’ve learned nothing about anything, and we’ve forgotten most of what we knew.”
Drummer Bruce Dyck may be quick to crack wise about the five years between B-Lines’ releases, but his witticism couldn’t be farther from the truth.
“It feels good to be back,” Susan Jacks smiled at the thick crowd. The lead vocalist for the Poppy Family, Vancouver’s own music royalty from the late ‘60s and ‘70s, was addressing the jam packed audience that had formed for one of the most anticipated performances of this year’s Khatsahlano Street Party.
The Biltmore on Monday: the occasion being Jo Hirabayashi of Sprïng’s birthday; the celebration being a full cover of Paul and Linda McCartney’s Ram, their latest in a series of birthday “cover spectacles” from the Thor’s Palace circle. That a group of talented and passionate artists who live music manage to do credit to the McCartneys’ is a summary conclusion. So instead, here are some paragraphs about seminal ‘80s arena act, Classic Rick.
It’s officially summer. Sunscreen, watermelon, beaches, yada yada yada. Let’s skip to one of the most fun parts of this sun-soaked season: cramming as many friends as there are seatbelts into a vehicle, packing a cooler to the brim with beer/snacks, and hitting the road for whatever festival or body of water is closest. There’s a reason the livin’s easy in the summertime and road trips are a major part of it.
While a solid crew and road trip games will help get you from point A to B, it’s a solid travelcase of CDs that will keep everyone’s spirits high. That’s why we decided to ask the boys and girls of Discorder: what is your quintessential road trip album?
On July 6, a modest sized crowd of Vancouverites experienced the Electric Owl’s latest weekly event, Under the Spell Sundays. For the night’s maiden voyage, local flavours Weird Candle and //zoo were were on the lineup.
Few arrived before Weird Candle’s 11 p.m. set, which was preceded by an unobtrusive but enjoyable DJ. Under the Spell Sundays aims to deliver live music to fit a range of musical tastes—from dark ambient to death metal—so the audience seemed prepared for anything.
Horses: freedom, liberation, unbridled power. Records: best enjoyed in the presence of others. Celebrating their first day in business, feelings of liberation and communion filled the pleasantly cool air inside Horses Records.
This is a place I’ve been to just weeks ago to sit down with the owners and find out what they had planned for the sliver of Hastings-Sunrise real estate. And when I say sit, I mean that literally because the place was in complete disrepair. But now it’s been completely facelifted and the orange/turquoise dynamic works in this long room, shelving records alongside works of poetry and music biographies. There’s also a zine library in the back of the shop and a vending machine full of cassettes.
Inside freshly painted walls, a sizable crowd congregates. Tidy, white-faced tables crafted by Ian Sandilands make practical bar stands for the beer Natasha Lands’ sponsorship connections provided. For entertainment, Genesis Mohanraj’s musical talents attract and entertain the audience. The venue’s soft opening is a perfect representation of what the Something Club is all about.
Pooling their skills for show promotion, design, visual arts, music, and performance, Lands, Mohanraj, and Sandilands have fostered a sustainable, creative economy amongst themselves. Though their partnership is small, it is an exemplary balance of resources and talents. Their new space aims to facilitate this type of artistic cooperation both within and beyond its walls.
Clean and spacious, the Something Club is a professional venue for artists to come together and build connections with other individuals, organizations, and businesses. The space is there to be one link in a larger chain; it is a facilitator of creative commerce.
“We were eating nachos the last time you interviewed us, too.”
The last time I sat down with Dirty Spells—for the April 2012 issue of Discorder—also included that venerable staple of musicians and journalists alike. And, while the faces across from me are familiar from that meeting two years ago, the band I’m interviewing couldn’t be any more different.
The last week of June has seen Vancouver happily coasting on the coattails of this year’s Sled Island festival. To the city’s benefit Montreal power-pop outfit Sheer Agony, eager Calgary psych-pop quintet Lab Coast, and Alberta fem-punkers Hag Face have all made stops within the week. Not to mention seeing once more the welcome faces of Victoria pop-punk queens Open Relationship and Fountain’s Wire-inspired methodical post-punk.
However, a visit from the highly anticipated pair of Eastern Canadian noisemakers, Soupcans and Crosss, was what I had been holding out for. Returning from Victoria’s SHAKE/arama fest, the Telephone Explosion labelmates were on the last night of their tour that began in the label’s hometown of Toronto.
I’ve never written a follow-up to any of my Editor’s Notes before, but I felt like it was important to do so with “A shticky situation.” I think one of the most important things about writing—and music writing in particular—is that it helps to start a dialogue. And a dialogue needs to be back-and-forth.
What I have to say isn’t a representation of Discorder as a whole. People seem to be clumping my opinion with that of the magazine and that’s completely inaccurate. Discorder is a whole collective and it’s a real discredit to everyone else who works on the magazine to say that my thoughts are Discorder’s. I think it’s important to remember that when generalizing the magazine because of something I’ve written.
I pitched “A shticky situation” back at the beginning of June when I thought about how I probably wouldn’t try to see the Flaming Lips at Pemberton this summer. I thought it was interesting how I still liked the band’s music but I had little interest in their show, since I knew—for the most part—what to expect from it. B.A. was another example that came to mind and so I named those two acts in my pitch, which is what the artist based his illustration off of.
I’m not waging a war on B.A. by mentioning him twice in two weeks. I only caught the last act of the Hangover Breakfast at Sled Island and decided to include B.A. in my recap for that day. Most of my Note had been written before I left for Sled and it’s a coincidence that both were on the website one after the other.