How I got into this mess in the first place

Ode to a Guitar - Martin Tielli and A.Y. Jackson by Jackson Creek Press - follow the link to buy a print for yourself!As a kid growing up in a village of about 500 people, pre-Internet, I was a dedicated patriot with a great faith in Canada but almost no exposure to Canadian ideas.  Sure, there was CBC, and maybe TVO, but when you’re 13, you want to watch The Fresh Prince of Bell Air, not Adrienne Clarkson Presents. ((I applaud the CBC’s attempt, at the time, to give us more Canadian arts, but I’m sorry to say that they went about it the wrong way, in my opinion.))

I wished that there were Canadian artists to like, but as far as I knew, there weren’t. We, as a nation, had a smattering of famous people who got famous by never mentioning they were Canadian and behaving as much like our southern neighbours as possible. You didn’t become a successful artist in Canada, no matter what you did; if you were lucky, you got famous in the States, and you never looked back.

In high school, a boyfriend dragged me out to a Rheostatics show at the Market Hall, and everything changed.  I’d been to plenty of live shows with very successful Canadian artists, but I’d never seen anything like this; it sounded like home.  It sounded like the world I knew, the cold Winters and the hot Summers and the vast spaces between everything and the wary, mistrusting Ontarian politeness. It sounded like the perils of being an odd kid in a normal place.

The RheostaticsIt felt like they got me – not the human condition or a universal experience; me, my life, my banal, terrifying everyday world of being a weird kid in a tiny village.  It made me feel like I wasn’t alone. ((Record Body Count, in particular, is a song I identified with so clearly that to this day I picture the whole song happening in Keene, Ontario, in an extremely detailed movie in my head. It makes me feel worried about my 16-year-old self.))

As it turned out, there were more bands who were creating music that felt like home; none quite as good as the Rheos, but reaching for the same sense of identity that came from here rather than somewhere else. I listened to Peter Gzowski’s kindness and curiosity on the radio every morning at my factory job.  I went to Dave Bidini’s talks at the university, where he showed clips of Canadian TV from the 60s and 70s that demonstrated that Canadians used to be more interested in their own identity.

Stompin' TomIn my early 20s, a friend leant me Stompin’ Tom’s autobiography, ((Before the Fame, in particular, is a great read)) and I read it with fascination.  There were layers upon layers of Canadian arts that, even though I grew up in rural Canada, I’d never heard tell of. There were stories and music and art and events that were so vitally important, but so carefully ignored.  Reading about Stompin’ Tom returning his Junos in protest at the way the industry rewarded artists only for their southern successes, I was inspired.  That same year, I read Dave Bidini’s On A Cold Road, and I think between those two, my future was cemented.  I’d spent a lot of time prior to that postering, working merch, and working the door at shows, but something changed.

I took the step of booking and promoting my own first show; Serena Ryder and J.P. Comeau, at a café called The Great Little Bread Co.  It was packed to the rafters, and I, very new to this game and fired up with the notion of supporting artists, split the door between the two acts and kept nothing for myself.

In the decade since, I’ve developed an ethical code and a guiding principal that has informed everything I do; it’s gotten me into a lot of trouble, and it hasn’t made me much money, ((Apparently, I never learn.)) but I think has led me to some great places.  I hadn’t intended to be a music promoter – I’ve always been more of an on-stage girl than a backstage girl – but I have been now for most of my adult life.  And if I’m any good at it, I have The Rheostatics and Stompin’ Tom to thank.

Shad KThey taught me that there are great, dedicated artists working here in Canada, and that they represent a sense of self that Canadians were divided from for decades, as our Southern neighbours dominated our cultural life.  They taught me that our stories weren’t second-best or cheesy or poorly-told, or that they didn’t have to be, regardless of what the main stream think.

And I’ve been excited to be a part of a resurgence, a rebirth of pride and the raising of our cultural voices.  I’ve learned that it’s not about patriotism – that shallow, xenophobic identification with an arbitrarily-assigned shape on a map – but more about place, and people, and the distinct ideas that are informed by the geography, both cultural and physical, that surrounds us while we live and work.  And it’s not about hating Americans – we love and enthusiastically steal from our Southern neighbours. It’s about moving past the need to sound just like them.

I think we’re at the beginning of something, of a Canadian Renaissance, and I look forward to being a crotchety grey-hair talking about it on a CBC documentary in 40 years.   More significantly for me, as a life-long Ontarian, I think we’re on the brink of Ontario becoming more widely-known for its incredible music scene ((Which is, frankly, a bit ridiculously jammed with talent, to the point where even in small towns you can see incredible live original music most nights of the week.)). We’re starting to learn and tell and re-tell our own stories, and it feels like an exciting time to be a part of the music community.

Sweet AlibiAnd as all of this is happening, we’re losing a whole generation of people who first ploughed the soil and planted the seeds.  Stompin’ Tom’s death last week was a shock; though he was 77, who amongst us didn’t think he’d live forever?  He was no saint, and in his later years his complaints about the music industry began to ring false, because things had changed.  But I think he inspired a generation to think about our own country, to start writing songs about Bobcaygeon instead of New Orleans, to try and find ways to build a career by relating to the people they knew, instead of aspiring to another cultural identity.

I’m not going to miss Tom; he wasn’t part of my life.  But I honour what he did for me, for us – he defended our right to hear and tell our own stories in our own ways, and he helped to set my feet on a path that’s given me great satisfaction ((And stress, and aggravation, and very little money…)) and that I anticipate will be a part of my life for a long time to come.  And I blame him, too: if not for Stompin’ Tom, if not for The Rheostatics, if not for all of these great Canadian artists, maybe I wouldn’t be in this glorious, exciting, rewarding mess at all.


  • Sarah Calvert

    Hi Candace,
    Thanks so much for the read; I too totally resonated with The Rheos. I see you on Maplepost often, but had not yet read your blog; thanks for the great early afternoon read.
    (ps, I’m usually in Toronto, but am now in Kauai leading a few yoga retreats and performing….hope to connect back in Ontario at some point).

  • Richard Fohil

    Dammit, that was a good piece! Have you moved to Toronto yet? And, if so, why haven’t you called so’s we could go get whiskey (Jamiesons for me!) and sort out the whole effing world? I’m old, so we don’t have as much time…gotta get on it!

  • Tim Harrison

    Hello Candace. It’s always a thrill to read about another’s passion for promoting Canadian artists and their stories, and how it brings you joy and fulfillment. I ended up wearing two hats myself and that has complicated “both” of my lives, but that said, I loved to hear again that I am not alone in the love of “giving a show,” or playing in them.

    Wishing you the best in future endeavours,

    Tim Harrison

  • Jay Aymar

    Hi Candace,
    interestingly, even though Stompin was not a part of my life in any way, I still miss him knowing he won’t be occasionally performing at Massey or some random hockey arena in the prairies. This piece was not narcissistic whatsoever, yet cleverly and honestly written.
    Thank you.

  • Annie

    Way to connect the Stompin’ Tom and Rheostatics dots, Candace! I love it that you are such a hard-core champion of the music scene in Ontario. And where was The Great Little Bread Co.?

  • Aengus Finnan

    nicely put for a gal from Keene!
    add me to the list of “need to meet for whiskey” dates in that little black book of yours.

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