Gord Downie – Introduce Yerself (Arts and Crafts)
Most people don’t get a chance to say goodbye. Despite
the tragedy of his brain cancer, the late Gord Downie had the luxury of having
one of the longest goodbyes in music history: first in the triumphant final
Tragically Hip tour in the summer of 2016, and now in the flurry of music he
recorded in the last two years of his life.
Details of those other final projects have yet to be
officially announced, but it’s hard to imagine any will act as a better epitaph
than Introduce Yerself, recorded in
two four-day stints a year apart: one in January 2016, shortly after Downie had
a craniotomy, and another in February 2017. It’s being released 10 days after
his death.
This was what Downie wanted to make sure he left
behind more than anything else: 23 songs written as love letters to people near
and dear to him. To his parents, to his siblings, to his children, to the women
he loved, to his old friends, to his new friends in James Bay, and of course to
his beloved bandmates. There’s even one dedicated to Lake Ontario.
Downie was never a writer to mine his diaries for
lyrics. When he did write deeply personal songs, like “Fiddler’s Green” or
“Toronto #4,” they were open-ended enough that listeners could interpret them a
variety of different ways. It wasn’t until 2006 that Downie discovered that
love makes the world go around—20 years into his career as a songwriter, it was
only then that he started writing silly love songs. “I was avoiding it for
all those years probably for some high falutin reason,” he told George
Stromboulopoulos that year. “I probably didn’t trust myself to not lapse into
some kind of sappy sentimentality. Sentimentality is really, really dangerous
in my line of work. Taking the crack at it is the most important thing.”
Introduce Yerself is incredibly personal and full of
intimate details—“Bedtime” documents the minutiae of putting an infant to
rest—and yet each song is a secret code to the recipient. Only if you are in
Downie’s inner circle or have mutual friends could you begin to guess for whom
each of these songs are written—and even then it might be a mystery. There are
many songs about women: his mother? His sisters? His daughters? The mother of his four children? Ex-lovers? New lovers? Who the heck is “Nancy”?
Only on the song titled “My First Girlfriend,” about a teenage romance with
someone six years older (!) can we be sure. (Or not: apparently it's actually about idolizing his eldest sister.)
The title track is about that old trick to cover for
memory lapse in social occasions: when you can’t remember someone’s name, get an
adjacent friend to introduce themselves, prompting the mystery person to say
their name. This entire album is Downie convening the most important people in
his life and introducing them to each other—but without ever saying their
names.
There are a few obvious recipients of these letters,
namely the ones about his children, like “Bedtime.” “Spoon” is about bonding
with his son over the Texan band of the same name, of going to a show together
when the boy was too young to stay up late. “Love Over Money” is clearly about
the Tragically Hip, about the band of brothers who were not always the happy family
they projected to the world, but who navigated a rough road and triumphed in
the end—they even “deafened the husband of the Queen of England,” a reference
to a command performance where Prince Philip complained about the volume. It’s
an obvious point of pride for Downie.
An album like this is critic-proof, of course: what,
are you going to judge a dying man’s correspondence with loved ones? This intimate
exchange wouldn’t necessarily be recommended to anyone who isn’t already a
massive fan—although, as we found out in the outpouring of love last year,
there are few Canadian music fans of a certain generation who don’t have at
least a soft spot for Downie.
It is a long record; were it not for the gravity of
the situation and the speed with which it was made, it could certainly stand to
lose some of the less developed ideas. (Obviously that was not an option.) It
shares some commonalities with Stephen Merritt’s self-explanatory 50 Song Memoir from earlier this year,
or Greg Keelor’s elegies for his late father, Seven Songs for Jim. It’s like Songs
for Drella in reverse: that album by Lou Reed and John Cale was written
about Andy Warhol after his death. This is the dying artist writing with affection about the
community that has always surrounded him.
Musically, it’s a natural sibling to Secret Path: producer Kevin Drew
co-wrote most of these songs, based on his piano sketches and with melodies by
Downie. Drew’s producing partner Dave Hamelin is also on board, as is Downie’s
longtime engineer Nyles Spencer and his best friend, Dave “Billy Ray” Koster,
on some drum tracks. There is nothing rock’n’roll or folkie about this: this is
reverb-drenched, late-night cabaret, with Peter Hook bass lines and more than a
few Brian Eno atmospherics. More plaintive tempos dominate, but there are also several
songs that could double as Broken Social Scene rockers, if there were layers of
electric guitars here—which there are decidedly not. Even more so than Coke Machine Glow or Secret Path, this music is naked and
vulnerable. Which is exactly what it’s supposed to be.
That last Tragically Hip tour was simultaneously an
act of enormous generosity to his fan base, and yet it was still intensely
private: we knew very little about what his daily struggle was like. This album
is much the same: it’s a gift to those close to him, and by extension to his
fans, but there is still so much about Downie that will always be unknowable.
Stream: “Introduce Yerself,” “Spoon,” “Snowflake”