Castrated EP (2002)

at this point i was showing gord and tyson constructed songs instead of just a riff or two for us to improvise around, though the lyrics were still improvised for the most part. the sprawling weirdness of SUBLIMINAL BILE was a distant memory. if we managed to stay together long enough to finish a full-length album, it would have been the grungiest, shortest, sharpest album we ever made.

it all fell apart before more than an EP’s worth of songs could be recorded, though. so we’ll never know what might have been.

after STELLAR, we messed around with the placement of the drum mics some more. through a variation of the two-mic method employed on SUBLIMINAL BILE and the first half of GOOD LUCK IN THE NEXT LIFE we were able to get the drums sounding better than they ever had before. it’s just too bad only a handful of our songs got to benefit from the increase in drum-related sex appeal.

there’s the “low fat” version of this album, which contains only the A-grade material. then there’s the expanded edition, featuring quite a few out-takes separate from any of the stuff found on CONDOM MINTS.

i would recommend sticking with the short version unless you’re a completist. but there’s some interesting/amusing stuff to be found on the overweight edition. the genesis of red eyeshadow can be heard in the form of wired, though the inspiration isn’t really there in any of the three takes. the stoned mini-session is kind of funny, if you’re into stoned mini-sessions. you get to hear what cottonmouth might have sounded like as a band vehicle and experience the hilarity of tyson staring through my snare drum during potential intro to cottonmouth, oblivious to what’s happening, not even realizing he’s playing along with us.

the four proper songs that make up the “low fat” version are where the real substance is at. they point the way forward to something that was never fully realized. i’ve often wondered just what this “lost album” might have been. i probably would have come up with a different title if it had been a full-length, instead of the joke that brings things full circle after our dickless beginnings, signifying the end.

but i’m getting ahead of myself. back to the four songs that started something we never finished.

there is no us manages to squeeze a marathon song worth of pain and rage into less than five minutes, starting out sounding like it could be a ballad before exploding into one of the most intense songs we ever recorded and what may be the most impassioned vocal performance of my life (i think it’s a toss-up between this and “i feel great”).

it almost didn’t happen at all. it didn’t look like tyson was going to show up that night in early february. after a few hours gord and i got tired of waiting around. we took off to shoot some pool, smoked a magic cigarette, and then stopped in at tim horton’s to drink some tea. when we were getting close to calling it a night, my dad walked into tim’s laughing and told us tyson had just shown up at the house.

back at home the pot wore off and we were tired. it was getting late. we only had time to dig into one song out of respect for the neighbours and their children, who were probably asleep already. i played tyson a few new ideas i’d been kicking around, and he latched onto this one thing i envisioned as something like a sunny day real estate song. i even had a midsection worked out that was never used, where i tried to sing like jeremy enigk in mellow mode.

i didn’t have any lyrics written, but the music was all there. it took a while before i was able to communicate to tyson what rhythm the “chorus” should be played in — sort of a 6/8 against 4/4 thing. eventually we were in good enough shape to start recording. the first take broke down halfway through. the second take was better, but i had no ideas at all in the lyrics department, so i started chanting “my words are shit” over and over again.

tyson thought it had potential. “it was fine until you started singing about your words being shit,” he said.

he came up with the idea to begin the song with the sound of drum resonance, hitting the record button right after a drum hit to catch the toms in mid-ring. we tried a third take, with gord and i completely drained from marijuana comedown and not much hope in my head of anything worthwhile happening.

and then somehow i was able to dig something up, and out came all of this anger. the relationship i started using as inspiration on SUBLIMINAL BILE was over now (it was on its way out during STELLAR, but now it was dead and buried), and the end wasn’t pretty. so there was a rich new vein of disappointment to mine. i took what i might have put into a whole album and packed it into one song.

as with “i feel great”, i was ready to end the song before tyson. he got that same possessed look in his eyes, mouthing for me to keep on going, so i said, “gord, one more,” (i forgot to mute that part — you can hear me say it in the middle of the song) and we went back into it for a very sludgy ending.

when it was over, tyson said it was one of the best songs we’d ever recorded. i’d be tempted to agree with him, even now.

beautiful high isn’t as heavy in mood, but the music is even more aggressive, with an ending that almost sounds like grunge polka.

the lyrics aren’t about any particular drug. i was thinking more broadly, about how the harder drugs i was becoming interested in were romanticized by a lot of people, but for those who weren’t careful and didn’t have a whole lot of self-control, the romance wouldn’t last long.

mixed in with that is something of a twisted love song, sort of eroticizing the whole thing on two different levels. there’s the person singing the song, who finds something compelling in the person he’s singing about and what she’s doing. and then there’s the subject of the song, who’s pursuing the “beautiful high” but isn’t prepared for all it entails: “you’ve never felt like this / you never will again”. the feeling might be powerful, but it won’t last long, and is the comedown really worth it in the end?

on another level, i just wanted an excuse to sing about drugs some more, and i was really singing about myself.

death to johnny was an idea i recorded to show gord and tyson. tyson thought it was great the way it was, even though i had no idea what to sing after about thirty seconds. i thought it was funny how i was singing “death to you” to myself while the whole thing sounded buoyant and poppy. we tried turning it into a band vehicle. it never quite clicked. seemed to work a lot better as the sketch it started out as. so a sketch it remains.

red eyeshadow is the last GWD song there ever was — a reworking of wired that puts the original to shame and kicks mud in its eyes for good measure. it grew out of yet another fun experience with an almost-girlfriend. it was kind of a harbinger of things to come on BEAUTIFULLY STUPID. ten minutes before tyson came over, she dumped me over the phone when i didn’t realize i’d even attained a status from which i could be dumped.

“if we’re meant to be together, we’ll be together,” she said after she finished brushing me off like the ugliest lint in the universe.

just a few hours earlier she’d been telling me i was probably going to get her cold at the punk show we were supposed to meet up at. i would have been glad to get myself sick for the chance to kiss someone for the first time. not gonna happen now.

at least i had some good ideas to shove into a song after that.

gord’s soon-to-be girlfriend julie sat in on that session. it was the only time we ever had a visitor while we were recording. you can hear her say “right on” at the end of the song. i like how tyson says, “that was a weird ending,” and i wish i would have kept recording to catch a bit more of our banter at the end as i talked about how, when i stopped playing in the middle of the song and gord didn’t come in right away like he was supposed to (prompting me to say, “remember…bass…gord…”), i thought we might have lost the take, but then we didn’t.

as it stands, i cut myself off mid-sentence, the EP ends, and maybe you could look at it as a pretty effective way to symbolize the end of the band. we’re there, and then we’re gone. poof.

comparing this stuff to the three albums that came before is interesting. we sound like a different band. the songs don’t ramble or amble off in search of themselves anymore. which isn’t a good thing, or a bad thing. it’s just a thing.

there are still rough edges and mistakes, but everything has grown more compact. these are much more like proper songs than the demented marathon pieces we were recording a few months before.

it’s impossible to say what the intended full-length album would have been, or even what it would have been called. but i think BEAUTIFULLY STUPID is the road map. most of the songs on that album would have been GWD tunes, had my band mates been interested in tackling them.

it felt like we were reaching the end of what we could do together as a band even before everything imploded. gord and tyson didn’t seem all that interested in following me where i needed to go. tyson decided he was the one who called the shots in the band now, and he would only allow me to audition new ideas when he felt like it, which was less and less often all the time. i wasn’t confident enough to stand up to him, and eventually i got tired of the whole thing and started recording things on my own, lest my brain explode from a buildup of untapped musical residue.

we ended up folding just as we were planning on playing a bunch of live shows to see how people would react to our music. i always found it funny how most short-lived bands maybe record one or two albums and then play as many live shows as they can. we played two live gigs, in two of the least appropriate venues for the kind of music we made, and recorded about a dozen albums under the guys with dicks umbrella.

we did everything backwards, and when we broke up, no one outside of a small group of friends knew the band ever existed. i guess some people would look at that as a failure. me, i wouldn’t trade the music we recorded for any number of gigs or any amount of recognition.

at least we went out with a bang, even if no one was really around to hear it echo. that counts for something, right?

TRACKS:

FAT-FREE EDITION

there is no us
beautiful high
death to johnny
red eyeshadow

CHOLESTEROL-HEAVY EDITION

there is no us
beautiful high
cottonmouth
potential intro to cottonmouth
three funky days
the acoustic song
cottonmouth with sinus infection harmony
wired (false start)
wired (take 2)
wired (take 3)
wired (3rd take with new guide vocal)
death to johnny
red eyeshadow

LISTEN:

there is no us

beautiful high

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