Ah, me, that.

I never thought I would say this, but I’m toying with the idea of “reissuing” OH YOU THIS.

I guess it’s a bit of an odd choice, since it’s not one of the best things I’ve done, and there are many other things in the back catalogue no one has heard that are probably more worthy of being given the reissue treatment. But you have to start somewhere. And why not with one of my most unintentionally approachable albums? It was the first thing I ever did with proper album art instead of just turning the CD-R inserts inside-out and scrawling on them with different coloured pens, and I think I can make it look a lot nicer now that I know a bit more about what I’m doing in the album art department and have developed a good working relationship with Minuteman Press.

I just came across a whole bunch of pictures I’d forgotten all about. That was what set the idea in motion. They were taken while I was in the middle of recording the album, when Johnny Smith and I decided to have a mock photo shoot.

So it would be fun to put together a booklet with pictures and some reminiscences. It’s not something I would be calling much attention to as an exciting re-release, but at the very least it would be nice to have a version of it to put in those homemade box sets that I can actually stand to look at (the first time around I had the inserts done at a photo place that did not exactly specialize in putting CD inserts together).

Here, just for fun, are some of the pictures that weren’t used for the original pressing of the album. These were taken in May of 2003. I was nineteen. Yes, I am wearing black eyeshadow in some of these pictures (which I applied myself). Those were the days. No, I’m not wearing a tie. Because I’m a rebel. Yes, I am rather tall.

I think this one sat for a while at Bubi’s restaurant, framed, on a table across from the bar, letting people know there were copies of OH YOU THIS available if anyone wanted to buy them.

You read that right. At one time I really did sell my CDs. It didn’t last long. The only place you could buy them was at Bubi’s, and I think I sold about thirteen copies. But hey, it was worth it just to hear my music playing in a restaurant. If you’ve never experienced that, it’s surreal. Especially when someone at another table asks if you know what the music is that’s playing on the sound system, because he likes it, you tell him it’s you, and you proceed to have an unexpected conversation.

I almost used this one as the album cover image back then, because I thought it was hilarious. It makes me think of a really bad “Johnny Sings!” type album, where the artist is holding an instrument and smiling in a ridiculously cheesy way. All that’s missing is an absurd and obviously fake background, like a tropical island or something. And a “rite price” yellow sticker on the front. That’s not a typo…I’ve seen those stickers. They exist.

You are in awe of my dancing skills. There’s no shame in that. If you ask nicely, I may let you dance with me.

I always thought this one was a little creepy. Maybe that’s why I like it. I was torn between this picture and the one that ultimately won out for the album cover.

I look a little suspicious here. I swear I didn’t do anything to your housecoat that was unbecoming.

This was all the facial hair I could grow at the time. It was the first time I was able to cultivate anything more than upper lip peach fuzz. I felt so rugged and manly, oblivious to the reality that I was still very far from being able to grow a proper beard. Imagine how I feel when I look in the mirror now. And no, I don’t feel like a bear. I don’t care how many times you saw those John West salmon commercials. I’m not the bear! His name is Brutus, and he’s my pal. Show some respect.

There are quite a few more, including some in-studio shots, but at the moment I can’t find the CD that has the entire series of photos on it, so that’s all we’ve got for now. I’m sure it’ll turn up at some point. That’s probably more of me than you want to look at anyway.

I’d like to eventually scan pictures of all the different music rooms and studio spaces I’ve had so I can put them up here in one place. It would be interesting to see how much things have changed over the years.


  1. Handsome?! I don’t know about that! There are no glasses! I missed the boat there. I tried to swim and catch up, and all I got for my trouble was a whole lotta water in my heart. Hey…these sound like bad lyrics waiting to happen…

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