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The Jeers

by The Jeers

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1.
Brother 03:22
i got another call that they put you in the lock up then I go to pick you up you got kicked out of the bar again why'd you get kicked out of that bar again? ah ah ah you are my ah ah ah my Brother hit the shower, and here's another set of clothes don't forget your bloody nose you always enter into my life this way why do you come into my life this way? ah ah ah you are my ah ah ah my Brother our mother didn't raise us wrong taught us both to get along but you can't predict the effect of booze: some just grin, some just lose if you're gone when I get up don't forget to lock it up i know someday you'll get it turned around remember me when I was on the ground? ah ah ah you'll always be ah ah ah my Brother our mother didn't raise us wrong taught us both to get along but you can't predict the effect of booze: some just grin, some just lose
2.
Skinny Jeans 02:16
this is a song about a girl named Claire who was in with the out-crowd but didn't care her father loved her the most and her mother was a living ghost just a child of fifteen in a pair of skinny jeans townhouse life was sometimes rough and often she didn't have enough nails chewed to the quick ashes on her lip living beyond her means in a pair of skinny jeans there was this boy she kissed only once but it was bliss if her father found out he would say: pack your bags and go away (where else would she stay?) if you go to Bayshore mall you'll see groups of girls, like Claire who dream that they will find true love among the boys that they see there the hidden lives of teens in pairs of skinny jeans
3.
took the subway to 72nd street and saw the Dakota outside it didn't seem real Strawberry Fields even when Yoko walked by on our way on that perfect day in Central Park to hear Chuck D say: don't fall asleep: wake up from your dream! the Upper East Side is a vicious machine and you must kill it with words that you scream trees did surround the rhythm of sound the DJ with dreads did amaze i felt as one with my eldest son so much to see and to praise on that day in our perfect way we heard what political hip hop could say: it woke me up, from my middle class dream: i live in a country that's a killing machine and we must stop it with words that we scream we walked back in the rain closer than we'd been
4.
you're asking what holds you up, breaks the cup, gives you a frown you wanna know who's the one, makes you run, makes you feel down all the day in many ways, sorrow comes and sorrow stays it is me! your blood-stained enemy so round and round and round we spit the orbit falls into the ocean and it sinks deeper than squid and no one ever learns to swim you're leaving this world of pain, half-insane, at least your intact you're trading a fantasy, absurdity, for the world of fact in this way after today, your love for me will fall away say goodbye to a pernicious lullaby so round and round and round we spit the orbit falls into the ocean and it sinks deeper than squid and no one ever learns to swim i wonder, when will the sun reach the one under the waves? i never learned how to hear with my ear -- or how to behave so all my days and many ways, sorrow comes and sorrow stays so round and round and round we spit the orbit falls into the ocean and it sinks deeper than squid and no one ever learns to swim
5.
he liked to sleep and then to dream in there he never felt alone a younger man with great belief all the world's music in his room and when he wakes up her spirit kisses him he's still entangled in his dream she always leaves him lovingly on the zigzag of a moonbeam in a dive in Guelph on a Friday behind his kit see him thrashing with RNR in a tattooed fit he plays... while the guitar sways... he plays... in a three-pint haze he liked to eat and then to read in there he never felt alone in Glasgow running from the law on a day trip from his mind and when the book is closed, its ethos follows him through the mundane subway ride it protects him from the shallow plot of the workday's daily grind. in a dive in Guelph on a Friday behind his kit see him thrashing with RNR in a tattooed fit he plays... while the guitar sways... he plays... in a three-pint haze
6.
they're counting the ballots applauding the system yet one more ally to say that we're with them to follow the logic forget education that's just what blinds you to the indoctrination the Lies of the West we cannot dispel we corrupt our best the remainder we sell. in Colombia they're quietly building bases so that they continue the killing and stop the momentum of a true people's movement -- things haven't changed since I was student the Lies of the West we mouth even though there are still untried guests at Guantanamo why can't we just leave others at peace? we blast all our weapons extrude all our culture over diverse peoples and dine there as vultures and everyone's guilty if you sit where I sit if you buy what I buy you are complicit the Lies of the West are hard to discern if you live in the West they're even harder to unlearn why can't we just leave others at peace? or tell the truth at least
7.
Up There 04:17
when i'm inside i always feel at home in the world what i describe is so unlike pride, i just look in their eye in the thin air the world swirls around, a felicitous sound and dance with the love on the lips of my favourite song oh! the places that i've been, my god! i'm just trying to tell you what they look like in case you get there in case you get there they're in thin air i hope i meet you up there i try to extend the things that i do in the way i unfurl an effortless blend, an open reveal of the facts that i feel oh! the places that i've been, my god! i'm just trying to tell you what they look like in case you get there in case you get there they're in thin air i hope i meet you up there an orbit unchanged, i don't do this for you, and that may sound strange yet we'll still collide, like rain to the earth and still keep our worth oh! the places that i've been, my god! i'm just trying to tell you what they look like in case you get there in case you get there they're in thin air i hope i meet you up there
8.
you're faced with too much information and you've got no time to pick through it all so you lie, confused, in your bed so late thinking about the many ways you could trip and fall you don't know where to run every house is locked and gated you forgot how to have fun IRONIC and ALIENATED at least you have a job to pay the bills and at least you have someone to keep you warm at night but you keep on looking for the words between the lines and the words between the lines are always printed white you don't know where to run cataleptic: your breath is bated you forgot how to have fun IRONIC and ALIENATED don't blame your dear mother don't blame your dear ol' pop don't even blame the world around you or none of this will stop well you know just how to scramble up your brains but do you know just how to simplify a thought? if i were you, and i am, i'd stop collecting facts that back the truth that life is mostly good for nought you don't know where to run every house is locked and gated you forgot how to have fun IRONIC and ALIENATED
9.
Tipsy Whirl 03:16
coming to you in your earphones in stereo sweet tasty treats baked in the studio been making the music since i was in utero no greater high than to hear it on the radio i give it all to you don't you know me yet? i always sing the truth i save my regret for the world outside with its crimson sky i play long and i play fast to destroy a world so everything just flies on past into a tipsy whirl at this speed there is no creed or paralyzing thought all the planet does recede into a tiny dot creating alone, in isolation choosing my notes in solemn calculation i do it all for you so that if we met you'd have a grain of truth to complete your set hope i don't let you down hope i'm still around i play long and i play fast to destroy a world so everything just flies on past into a tipsy whirl at this speed there is no creed or paralyzing thought all the planet does recede into a tiny dot

about

This is the first recording effort by The Jeers. These songs were recorded less than a year into the life of the band, in the spring of 2011.

We decided that, in the interest of local Ottawa musicology The Jeers would make available the recordings we completed along with short narratives of the circumstances surrounding each effort. This page includes a note on our first recording effort. A concluding narrative and set of tracks is included on the download page for The Luskville Session.

We invite you to download, to discuss, and above all to listen to our material. Comments and discussions are welcome on our Facebook page.

Once upon a time...

The Jeers began as a discussion between Daniel Jackson and Randy Innes. Jackson and Innes first payed together in 1986 and have played together in a variety of outfits ever since. As a singer-songwriter Daniel has been writing music for guitar and piano in a variety of genres since the early 1980s. About five years ago Dan recorded a piano album at Little Bullhorn Studios, and before that he released a record with a punk trio called The Autodidacts in Toronto. Randy played and recorded with a variety of musicians in a variety of genres over the years, and thought that he and Daniel might find some common ground in a new project.

Daniel and Randy had tried once before to start a band based on a shared interest in punk music broadly speaking. That first attempt didn't work out: Dan and Randy were on slightly different musical wavelengths at the time. A couple of years later the discussion started again and Daniel and Randy got together to work through a few songs. Notions began to take shape and thoughts turned to collaborators. Daniel had been restricted to three-piece bands for some time and was looking to create some space with a lead guitar player. Randy had recently played with Mark Matz in another outfit and thought that Matz might be a good compliment to Daniel's rhythm guitar playing. Matz has played widely and in various genres and has a knack for the right lead at the right time. A couple of jams made it clear that the three were responding very well to one another.

The search for a bass player was surprisingly short-lived as Lorian Bélanger joined in on what would become regular weekly practices on Edgar Street in Ottawa. Lorian's bass playing had taken a back seat to guitar in recent years but became a central focus again as the band started to work together. The blind search (every musician`s nightmare...) for a bass player turned up a peer, and soon the weekly practices became highly creative and energetic sessions. In the band's two-year history few practices were missed, over forty well-rehearsed songs took shape, and at least a dozen more ended up on the cutting room floor.

The Jeers approached practices with sustained concentration and energy. Rarely did we practice a song more than twice in an evening: Daniel tends to lose interest and enthusiasm in a song after a couple of times through, and this pace brought everyone's concentration and creativity to a pitch. Daniel was bringing two or three new songs a week to each practice. At first these songs were drawn from his archive or from very recently written material. Soon however the songwriting began to cater to the tastes and capacities of the players in the band, and the sense of newness came to inhabit every effort. Three- or four-hour practices would go by with short breaks and the exertion was usually capped by a visit to the pub. The Jeers learned very quickly how to listen to what the others were doing, how to respond to what was going on in the music, and how to contribute individual ideas and flourishes in efficient and effective ways.

We recorded the songs on The Jeers in John Jastremski's basement studio over two or three sessions. John is an old friend and has a pretty good handle on engineering. John is not, however, a connoisseur of the sounds of 1970s punk or of the independent rock genres. The Jeers never set out to imitate or emulate a sound or genre; the band advanced organically according too the raw material Daniel introduced. Nevertheless when John asked what we were going for in terms of sound our first instinct was to give him a copy of The Clash's London Calling. John's efforts helped to shape these songs, and we mastered the tracks with Phil Bova Jr., at Bova Sound.

This recording took place at a busy time: when the band started Daniel had a newborn, and a third son was born right after this recording session. Mark's first child was born not long after. Lorian's family lived through a very difficult accident. Life went on, as it does, and The Jeers remained an outlet for creative expression. The classic form of Skinny Jeans is tempered by the experimental Deeper Than Squid, while Tipsy Whirl turns to a shared interest in raw rock energy.

While there is a sense that the band is searching for a sound in these songs, overall the recording reflects a deep connection to the punk and rock music of the 1970s and 1980s - especially the dimension of punk that sought to be as inclusive and exploratory as possible. This was the spirit that motivated and inspired The Jeers.

credits

released June 4, 2011

All songs written by Daniel Jackson
Performances by The Jeers

Bass: L. Belanager
Drums: R. Innes
Guitar, Vocals: D. Jackson
Guitar: M. Matz

Recording Engineer: J. Jastremski
Mastering: Bova Sound, Ottawa Canada

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