lives on a massive island that is pigment green with sharp grey mountains
moving slowly and peninsula fingers stretching out and snagging the sea.
The people in the band are all different heights and all have very
different tastes in music and very different ways of expressing emotion
or thinking about art.
started making noises in a concrete basement on the wrong side of the
railroad tracks in Victoria, Canada six years ago, and we had a lot of
conversations with each other through many songs. Some of these
conversations were long and sad and unsure of what they were about. Some
of them were many voices talking at once but understanding each other
perfectly and saying the same thing in different, unconscious ways; and
after this type of conversation we would quietly get into our cars and
drive back across the tracks and feel a beautiful buzzing in our
We took a
bunch of songs and recorded them in 2006 with Neil Osborne. We called the
record “Bridges” and we played the songs to each other and also played
them to other people over and over and over again all over Canada,
America, and Europe. Sometimes there were five thousand people listening
and sometimes not, but the band loved putting the music into the air and
letting it go. When we got back to the island we put some heaters and
carpets down in our concrete basement and dimmed the lights a bit and
sometimes took a sip of scotch and stared at each other and thought about
music and the strange relief of Fall but didn’t talk about it and instead
had a lot of conversations with each other through many many songs. So
many songs this time that the band felt new and old at the same time
which is, I think, a wonderful feeling. In the middle of the winter we
put all our instruments, carpets, heaters, lamps and do-dads in a giant
truck and moved everything up to a cabin on another, smaller island off
the western coast of Canada (Hornby Island, BC) that is crushingly
beautiful and calm. We again asked Neil Osborne to join us, and together
the band stood facing each other in a circle under an angled skylight.
The sound of the songs filled the room and the sound would only stop when
someone was frustrated or hungry or needed to watch some Flight of the
Conchords or stand out on the porch in the dark and listen to the wind
moving the huge trees.
put together a group of these new songs and we have called the record “No
Nations”. The songs have played over and over again in our heads until
they no longer sound like songs, but more like a list of a million
decisions and feelings and moments. We are ready to put the music into
the air and let it go.