Skip to main content

The Montreal Sound: The Suburbs

When I lived in Montreal, in the 80s and 90s, it was a semi-ruined place, with 20% unemployment - a paradise for slackers, grungy students, and layabout hipsters.  Littered with taverns, clubs, cafes, and other venues, everyone under the age of 40 who wasn't nailed down to a day job hung out and wrote movies, did spoken word, or was a dancer / musician.  My brother ran a record label.  I performed with rappers and hip-hop artists around midnight, and ran cabarets that showcased Martha and Rufus Wainwright before the acclaim. The best emcee in town was bizarro genius Jake, who wore underwear onstage and nothing else, showing off his gigantic toned skinhead body.  His lisping grandeur intro'd great young slam and other poets, including many who would go on to some sort of success.

It was a great time.  Local bands like The Kingpins and Me, Mom and Morgentaler (an infamous abortionist) rubbed shoulders with more critically-acclaimed concerns, like Godspeed You! Black Emperor.  Montreal was no stranger to excess or talent - it is the home of Lepage.  And Men Without Hats was huge (no joke) at some point.  Then came Arcade Fire.  I thought that 2004's Funeral was a great work - it captured the snowy urban feel of Quebec youth-life.  Their second was way too didactic and on-the-nose relevant, aiming at evangelism and environmental concerns like a late night cokehead or granola-head rant.  Now comes the "universally acclaimed" third album, a victory lap more than a musical event.  Compared to OK Computer, Sonic Youth, Talking Heads, and name-checked as an improvement on U2 and Depeche Mode, among others, it is hard not to balk at the urge to worship.

The British press seems to think it is an "American" album, because they don't know or imagine the Canadian suburbs, which are very similar to their Southern counterparts.  I grew up in the landscape mapped by this album.  I have trouble taking the lyrics of such a "masterpiece" too seriously, because I know a dozen younger Canadian poets who have written of such things better - indeed, my own pamphlet Suburban Sublunar was exploring this world 16 years ago.  What is apparent here is that the sonic stylings aim at transcendence - total shucks and ah - but who are they kidding?  In a world of Afghanistan, what are the suburbs to a billion Chinese people?  The grandeur here is comically misplaced, but grandiosity and bands are what rock is all about.  I confess to finding this work vaguely irritating.  I think it may be because I do not love Butler's voice.  It has a bit much of Bono's deadening sincerity.  I will have to let the hour-long thing sink in, and will no doubt change my mind.  For now I remain a reluctant convert - or rather, a  lapsed AF fan.  I think I'll go hang out at the other dep.
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

THE BEVERLY PRIZE SUPER SHORTLIST FINALISED!

Dr Bruce Meyer, a significant Canadian poet and writer, will be the final judge for this year's Beverly Prize For International Writing - the impressive super shortlist of 18 international poets and writers is announced below.
Any original unpublished manuscript, in English, by anyone living anywhere in the world, writing in any genre or on any topic, prose, non-fiction or poetry (even drama) is eligible, making it arguably the world's most eclectic "broad church" literary scouting prize. Last year's debut winner was Sohini Basak (her book is being launched in Bloomsbury July 5th, 2018).

The rules of the prize stipulate that any author chosen for the shortlist agrees to accept publication with Eyewear if judged to be the final winner; and may not be entered into other competitions at this final stage of adjudication.
Bruce Meyer is author of more than 60 books of poetry, short fiction, non-fiction, literary journalism, and portraiture. He was winner of the Gwendolyn…

Review of the new Simple Minds album - Walk Between Worlds

Taste is a matter of opinion - or so goes one opinion. Aesthetics, a branch of pistols at dawn, is unlikely to become unruffled and resolved any time soon, and meantime it is possible to argue, in this post-post-modern age, an age of voter rage, that political opinion trumps taste anyway. We like what we say is art. And what we say is art is what likes us.

Simple Minds - the Scottish band founded around 1977 with the pale faces and beautiful cheekbones, and perfect indie hair cuts - comes from a time before that - from a Glasgow of poverty and working-class socialism, and religiosity, in a pre-Internet time when the heights of modernity were signalled by Kraftwerk, large synthesisers, and dancing like Bowie at 3 am in a Berlin club.

To say that early Simple Minds was mannered is like accusing Joyce of being experimental. Doh. The band sought to merge the icy innovations of German music with British and American pioneers of glam and proto-punk, like Iggy Pop; their heroes were contrived,…

THE WINNER OF THE SIXTH FORTNIGHT PRIZE IS...



Wheeler Light for 'Life Jacket'.

The runner-up is: Daniel Duffy - 'President Returns To New York For Brief First Visit'

Wheeler Light currently lives in Boulder, Colorado.



Life Jacket

summer camp shirtsI couldn’t fit in then
are half my size nowI wanted to wear
smaller and smallerarticles of clothing
I shrunk to the sizethat disappeared

of an afterthoughtin a sinking ship body
too buoyant to sinktoo waterlogged for land
I becamea dot of sand