I remember when we made Sawdust & Rum we decided it best to go to the area of Nova Scotia where Ricks grandfather Keith grew up. We spent a week -or ten days, I cant remember- isolated for the most part recording all of these songs in a haze of Strawberry East coast wine, whiskey, smokes, 2L ginger ales to replace meals, sudafed, ichiban noodles, and whatever food Terry/Linda Reid were kind enough to give us. We spent all day/early evening recording in this tiny cabin right next to the chilly Atlantic ocean, trying out any idea we felt like as we had no time/budget constrictions. Of all albums we have recorded, I remember the least of this one. Not because I was too rinsed but because it was the same thing every day: wake up, shake off what you could, record, break, record, smoke, record, call it a day, pop on some music, get drunk and spend the evening talking/laughing. One stormy evening, I felt a strange calling to hit the ocean in the middle of the night. Far too inebriated to be thinking rationally, I marched towards the darkness where the night and ocean were one, something called me in. I hit the icy waters naked and got an immediate humbling by a massive wave knocking me over onto the jagged rocks underneath. As my back scraped along the ground, I thought to myself so this is how it happens... I got my balance, tried to ignore the rocks slicing my city feet on their bottoms and was hit by another from behind. This one put me face first into the rocks with my chest/belly to hit after. I screamed hoping something or someone might hear me but I knew I was too far out and it was too loud for anyone to hear me. I HAD to make it out and balance or I would end up another story of a drunk idiot wandering off into the ocean shitfaced. I crawled my way back to the shore covered in dirt/seaweed/blood but I had made it. I could barely walk for the remainder of the recording but still did it. In the midst of all this, we had made an album that was exactly how we had planned it. The City Streets made a lot of mistakes, some worse than others, we burned bridges, and ultimately we broke up. I am not excusing our actions on the bad nights but one thing I will say is that everything that we did from beginning to demise was done 100% by us. There is a strange comfort in knowing that even if everything didnt pan out, it was still all by your own hand so you can own it and learn from it. We never expected that we would get big, though we certainly wouldnt have been against it. Thats okay though, maybe we would have ended up dead or not friends if we had. And for that reason, you will never catch me talking about our story with any regrets. It was all ours to own, warts and all. grooveshark/#!/album/sawdust-and-rum/7827197
Posted on: Sun, 31 Aug 2014 09:55:53 +0000
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