Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Daddy's Hands



The singer of one of my favourite bands of all time died last week. His name was Dave Wenger and the band was Daddy's Hands. I didn't know him personally but I probably possess as many Daddy's Hands songs as humanly possible without being an actual member of the band. And it probably would not be hyperbole to say that they've easily been one of the single greatest influences on my musical tastes.

The band's discography is quite sparse, consisting of a few demo tapes that circulated around British Columbia in the mid-1990s as well as one "official" CD that was released in 2000 on Montreal label Que Sera. I'd seen them live a few times during that period but had assumed the band disbanded following the untimely death of band member Emily, whose distinctive child-like voice provided the perfect compliment to Wenger's rasp. In the past few years, though, I've heard that Wenger continued to play shows in Victoria, Montreal, and Vancouver under the moniker of Daddy's Hands as well as in other bands.

Despite this lack of official output, Daddy's Hands tapes were traded around like holy relics in the circles that I traveled in during the mid-to-late 90s. A few lucky people maybe had a single original copy, but most had dubs of dubs of dubs. I think I listened to my battered second generation copy of the first two demos hundreds of times during that period. To this day, I could never understand why the band never became huge, especially after other Victoria-spawned bands like Frog Eyes and Wolf Parade - who definitely owe a great deal to Daddy's Hands on a number of levels - have since become so popular. Because I didn't know Wenger, I thought that the least I could do share some of his songs.

Don’t Go
Scabby Corsage
Hey Kunt

These songs from the first Daddy's Hands demo are small, filth-covered gems and are still probably among my favourite songs by any artist. (I vividly recall seeing the band perform "Scabby Corsage", in particular, at the Nelson Legion hall, with Wenger covered in blood by the end of the song after repeatedly smacking the microphone against his forehead while writhing around frantically on the ground. I guess it goes without saying, but it was definitely a very awesome show.) As you'll immediately notice, the hiss from the original tapes blankets everything in these recordings, muddying the vocals, horns, drums and guitars into an appropriately dense sludge. Yet, despite the obvious sonic limitations (which in my mind are essential anyway), these early songs achieved the right combination of noisy, feedback-drenched shambles with some genuinely catchy pop-hooks - much in the same way that Tom Waits, for instance, writes perfectly ragged songs by combining his growled lyrics and kitchen sink percussion with pretty straightforward and melodramatic piano ballads.

Bastard You’re A Hard Man To Love/Redman
Strangled Planet
Moon Vs. Mancoat

The second cassette, Intelligent and Powerful, is an equally messy but far more ambitious project than the first one. The songs are better articulated, more complex, and a bit more subtle than the early ones, both lyrically and musically. It's probably more satisfying when listened to as a whole, with its short instrumental and noise interludes scattered throughout the album. But, as you can see with these three tracks especially, the individual songs definitely stand up on their own.

There Won’t Be A Next Time
Feral You
Baby’s Fire (demo)

Like a lot of people I talked to at the time, I was a bit confused by Tutankhamun, the first official Daddy's Hands album to be released on CD. Much of the noisy punk rock of the two cassettes was gone, replaced with a much slower, slightly cleaner, and very Cramps-esque sound. I've since become quite fond of the album, although I've always kind of wished that more songs sounded like the hidden song at the end of the disk, "Feral You", which sounds to me like more of a continuation of the trajectory being set by the two cassettes. That said, I still don't understand why this album never became more popular. You can find quite a few more messy but definitely still excellent versions of this album's songs on the Hive Studios website.

I know that in the past few years Wenger wrote and recorded another Daddy's Hands album as well as songs with a bunch of other bands that he was involved with. I'm not sure why the songs were never released or what their status was prior to Wenger's death, although I know that Goldkixx posted a few of them a year or so ago and they sounded really excellent. Goldkixx also wrote a brief history of the band a few years back that is definitely worth reading and that goes into the love/hate relationship that many people have had with Wenger over the years.

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My friend Roxane also wanted me to let people know about a fund that's being put together to help friends of Wenger from Eastern Canada afford to fly out to his funeral in Victoria on December 4th. If anyone wants to help out, they should email Johnny Pollard, who's managing the donations, at plench (at) telus (dot) net.

Friday, November 24, 2006

I must be hungry.

The organ opens up plowing through on a reverb rollercoaster, only to be overshadowed by a strong voice. This voice is telling me(even though I can't understand a word) that it damn well means what it is saying. Everything bobs along nice and easy until:

2:42
Enter guitar solo. Everyone else take five, he has it covered.




Tezeta Slow By Gitatchhw Kassa from Ethiopiques Volume 1

Monday, November 20, 2006

Enthusiasm/Our Love ain't no secret

How about The Birdnames? I found this fun video.


*****





To illustrate my last statement regarding the most excellent nature of Thanksgiving's live shows here is a recent recording of Adrian Orange and the Child Slave Rebellion( oh Kirsten and your love of Henry Darger).



10/26/06

Saturday, November 18, 2006

On Opaque Things

The best show I've ever been to. The Birdnames played at the Southern Californian equivalent to a NY Loft/Berlin Warehouse: a shitty two bedroom, fenced-in, stucco box underneath the Lindberg Field flight path, behind an auto body shop with an extremely aggressive dog and with the 94 (Martin Luther King) freeway practically passing through the kitchen. The opening fun-rock band (sorry, I forgot your name!!!) was accompanied by a secret society of Druids assisting audience members in funneling beers while breathing fire at the ceiling, causing general rowdiness and in-situ emergency escape route planning.

The Birdnames set up next to the wood pile under a small overhang in the backyard. They were extremely charismatic. They were wonderful. Their most striking musical signature was the persistent multi-part vocal arrangements so well documented in We want to be old. They reaffirmed the greatness of minimalist percussion and multi-instrument unison. They did it for love. They had ENTHUSIASM!


Birdnames - We Want to Be Old


Birdnames - The Indefinite Time Yet to Come

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Soon your soul like branches or bones will not be hid by moments of your life (cough)

I hadn't seen Adrian for a while. When I last saw him he was doing material from Welcome Nowhere, a great but downer of an album. The shows echoed this sentiment.

I see Cave Days as a transitional album. There is a joy that is always under the surface, ready to jump and grab you. Although, intertwined with the joy is something darker. This was the nature of the last performance I saw. I highly recommend the Thanksgiving live experience.

I really had a hard time picking just one track off of this album. Go Buy it!


I say with little hesitation that Thanksgiving (Adrian Orange) is one of the few modern musicians that still manages to get me excited.

Thanksgiving - Days
from Cave Days