if THE CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN WITH A TRIANGLE was all about the six-string banjo and acoustic guitar, this album is all about the piano and ukulele — and for the first time it’s a real acoustic piano. in a few places the tuning is a little drifty, but i kind of like that it’s not a typical “perfect” piano sound at work.
the plan was to get a yamaha C5 after i fell in love with one of those monsters. that didn’t work out, for a whole lot of obvious reasons (space and money were the main ones). i got a yamaha U1 instead.
i think i’m glad i ended up with an upright — or at least this upright — and not just because of the space considerations. i’ve come to understand i sometimes prefer the sound of an upright piano. there’s an earthy, organic quality you don’t really get from a grand most of the time. you’re not going to get as refined a sound out of a vertical piano, to be sure. the lowest and highest notes won’t have the same power or clarity as a grand. but the piano i got was the right one and the right sound for me. it still is.
though it’s grown richer-sounding over the years as it’s settled into itself, i think the U1 sounds pretty spiffy here right out of the box. on a track like new ways of saying old things the piano adds a weight to the music that wouldn’t be there otherwise. just playing a chord and letting it hang in the air was a surreal experience at first.
there’s so much complexity living in the sound of an acoustic piano. even the best digital pianos can’t replicate it. i had no idea what i was missing all those years i spent thinking i had no great need for the real thing.
in some ways this feels like a logical progression from CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN, taking the folky/bluesy atmosphere that album established and bending it in some new directions. the sloppy multi-tracked vocals are still all over the place, with barely an unaccompanied voice in sight. the roomy brushed drum sound is back again with a vengeance. but while there are a few songs that might have fit onto CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN without too much trouble and my mixing job is again pretty erratic, this one is a pretty different creature.
for one thing, it’s a winter album. listening to these songs always brings back memories for me of the strange, turbulent snow-covered months i spent recording them. i was pretty much a mess, only i didn’t know it at first, trying to process a violent home invasion during which i was threatened with rape and death along with unrequited romantic feelings for a friend that would soon blow up in my face.
by the time the next album came around, the gravity of what happened and how much it screwed me up would sink in, and the music would become more knotted and confrontational. here i was still in shock. but it was clear something wasn’t right.
the first sound you hear is a percussive piano line repeating over and over again, as if announcing the arrival of the new beast with black and white teeth. the first song (revenge is sweet) takes a while to find itself, and when it does, the first line is not some cluster of words with no personal feelings attached, but a simple, honest statement: “i’m getting tired of wanting things that don’t take kindly to being wanted.”
that says a lot about my state of mind at the time. and there’s more going on here on a sonic and tonal level — both in the song and throughout the album — than there was on the album that came before, even if it’s still pretty sparse compared to what was ahead.
there’s a serious drop-off in the twangy CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN electric guitar sound. i didn’t want to fall into a comfortable sonic pattern there, so i made a point of trying to fill up space with different things. there isn’t a single electric guitar line anywhere until the fifth song.
a number of new sounds show up instead. this album features the recorded debut of a hammered dulcimer. i doubt i’ll ever master that thing in any conventional way, but it was a fun sound to add to the palette. also showing up for the first time are some odd bits of percussion and a few more funky old guitars (thanks to the 1932 regal that became a big part of the CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN sound, i was now hooked on hidden gem vintage axes, and here the regal is joined by a 1954 kay K22 and a 1950s futuramic archtop), along with some other miscellaneous noise-makers from various walks of life.
anything that sounds like a mandolin is really a ukulele. it’s surprising how versatile those little things can be once you get one that isn’t a toy. on the ass, enchanted with the sound, the uke even manages to sound a little like a classical guitar.
the old arp omni-2 analog synth even gets some love after a long period of neglect, adding some colour to capricorn cloves and disowned umbrellas and really doing some heavy lifting on the ass, enchanted with the sound.
do the mountain hop is one of those songs that seemed to bubble up from some mysterious other place, with no prompting from me. for whatever reason, i felt like trying to sound a bit unlike myself, which led to singing with my throat most of the way closed. i’ve messed around with a lot of different voices over the years, but this was more like engaging muscles that are usually ignored and then not being sure what to do with them.
i wouldn’t recommend trying that for any extended period of time. after a while it gets a little uncomfortable, and your throat starts to wonder what you’re doing to it. but it was a fun little experiment, and i enjoy the way the singing doesn’t sound a whole lot like me. it kind of sounds like i’m trying to emulate tim buckley circa 1968, at least until the very end when my normal voice breaks out for half a second.
i like how the title of the song is misleading, too. sounds like it’s going to be some uptempo stomp (do the mountain hop! it’s the hip new dance craze!) when it’s really a sort of melancholy little waltz.
absence makes the heart grow fondue feels like the climax of the whole album. i almost made it the last track, before a few more fell out late in the game and decided they wanted to be last. it’s probably one of the most emotionally naked things i’ve done in recent years, in its own way. more on that — and the music video — over here.
that song is one of those things that’s made up of just a few chords repeated over and over again, and it’s basically all buildup with no release until it dissolves into nothing, but it felt right and has always been one of my favourite things on the album. similar story with your sweaty golden mouth. just a few chords, and i was tempted to layer things a lot more than i did, but it felt like it came out the way it needed to be, so i wasn’t about to mess with it. i like the little ukulele harmony bit right at the end. will work for food is simpler still — a two-chord song written in five minutes.
i have no idea where these things come from. but i’ll take ’em.
this album isn’t quite as packed as the last one in terms of the sheer number of songs. that’s mostly down to some of the tunes being longer this time out. only two songs on CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN cracked the four minute mark. sixteen of them were over in less than half that time. the first four tracks here alone take up about twenty minutes between them. felt like it was time to start working with longer forms again.
some little song shards were still going to worm their way into the fabric of the album one way or another. a lot of those were unexpected improvisations. it felt like they needed to be there to play off of the things that got the chance to stretch their legs a bit more.
the ass, enchanted with the sound is one of the longer closing tracks on any album of mine from recent years, and it starts out sounding vaguely like a ballad before going somewhere a little different. everything about it was improvised except for the lyrics. and though the words were written, i had no idea how i was going to sing them while i was recording the vocal tracks.
it’s fun building something when you don’t know where it’s going, letting the music surprise you every step of the way. all these years later, it’s still fascinating to listen to something that was created/recorded in that way and to realize it sounds like you sort of knew what you were doing, when you really had no idea.
i like the way the first half or so of the album is made up of tracks that lead into one another pretty smoothly, and then things get a little jerky and a lot stranger. feels like there’s a divide between the first and second half, like two sides of a very long vinyl record. and there are little moments of nakedness and truth in some of the stranger songs, hiding in plain sight.
shoelaces of the world, untie sounds like straight silliness, but the only actual words in the song are, “obviously there’s something wrong with you,” followed by a crazed-sounding vocal shriek. roof rats is mostly instrumental, but i felt then (and still feel now) that i somehow managed to capture in the music a little of what the inside of my head looked like at the time. there’s always been something claustrophobic about that one for me.
i like that there’s viola on the sun is a red ball of lies tonight — the first guest spot on one of my solo albums in a decade. i thought i’d try to get a few friends to lend their voices and instrumental prowess to a few things this time out. that got downsized to just asking one person if they’d be into playing on something.
i liked the song before, but the viola part elevated it to some other place. though i’m no longer friends with the person who played that part (she did something pretty shitty to me not long after this and put an end to any good feelings i ever had about her), i can at least be glad i was able to get a little bit of magic out of her before it all went down the tubes and she decided to show me how flexible her idea of friendship really was.
the funny thing about the song is that it’s a narrative piece delivered in the voice of a made-up character — something i haven’t dipped into very often in the past decade or so. from around the time of NUDGE YOU ALIVE, when i started making a point of moving away from how personal things had become over the stretch of albums running from SUBLIMINAL BILE to OH YOU THIS, my lyrics started getting more elliptical, often more about images or impressions than telling any kind of linear story. instead of returning to the demented role-playing that came before all the uninhibited stuff, i’ve tried to take a different path — tried to find something new to do with the words. “new ways of saying old things”, like the song title says.
so it’s interesting to me when a song goes against the grain almost in spite of itself and decides it wants to tell a story in a voice that isn’t my own.
something a little odd: the word “heart” shows up in three different song titles (all of them ukulele-driven tunes) without ever appearing once in the lyrics. i also find it kind of amusing that a song like when your heart skips a beat maybe had the potential to be something with some marginal amount of pop appeal if someone else was performing and recording it, but it’s undercut by a pretty weird vocal approach and some dissonant bugle blasts during the instrumental break. it’s always fun taking a catchy tune and messing with it like that.
another fun little detail is johnny smith saying “happy new year” in shoelaces of the world, untie just before everything drops out for the mason jar percussion coda. it was a moment that happened off-mic, so he’s a little buried in the mix, but if you listen for it you should be able to pick him out.
this seems to be a lot of people’s favourite album of mine. it’s pretty much tied with CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN, as far as i can tell. i’m not sure why those two stand out. maybe it’s because, for many, these were the first two albums of mine they ever heard.
then again, it might not be that simple. i feel like there’s something in these songs that sets them apart from a lot of my other work — some kind of magnetic quality that’s difficult to put into words. maybe some of that has to do with the feelings of urgency that fed into making the stuff. i spent most of the time i was recording this album convinced i was going to drop dead at any minute (PTSD will do fun things to your brain), with no idea how much time i had left to get all the music out. i was trying to get as much done as i could in whatever time i had left.
CHICKEN ANGEL WOMAN was a pretty happy album for me. this one was a murkier affair. for whatever reason, those murky times seem to be when some of the most interesting stuff falls out.
there were plenty more murky times ahead.
revenge is sweet
new ways of saying old things
do the mountain hop
the sun is a red ball of lies tonight
defenestrate your heart
survival of the least fit
water to town
centipede marriage proposal
will work for food
shoelaces of the world, untie
your sweaty golden mouth
evil kid has a square torso
when your heart skips a beat
this bed is a bear trap
absence makes the heart grow fondue
the ass, enchanted with the sound