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jopillon I feel totally enraptured by the beautifully haunting voices, and music, and feeling, of this album. I can feel it in my soul. I had to listen to the whole thing twice in a row. Thank you for this.
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1.
In a previous life Not much to do but die From the plague or in the war Burned alive Thrown overboard In a previous life I was a farmer's wife I toiled the soil and prayed For the nothing that we made In a previous life I lived by the knife And I spoke with a forked tongue Stole the silver spoon When I was young In a previous, in a previous life In a previous life I had psychic sight Saw futures short and long In a 21st century song All our previous lives Collide in the present life In a dream or in a scar When we wonder who we are Or who we were In a previous, in a previous life...
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Hollow night their wings Cue sentimental strings Foreboding spills ‘cross the floor Pooling, gathering, the eye-spies that follow you Montgomery’s Tavern Hot tongues, hot torches burn Whispering revolution Dizzying, drinking, what *ails you will swallow you (*triple entendre- troubles, ales and French “aile”, and swallow of course tee hee. Ok I’m a total loser) (with musical urgency) I hear a cannon, let’s forego our plannin’ Take flight, rest is best, sealed beak Save the rebellion for wing night next week Vocalisation West wing city hall A cache of musket and ball Forcing our feathers through bars Armed to the tits now we’ll blast the red-breasted Brits They’ve got a cannon, two kegs of Kilannan Fly home, nest is best, sealed beak Save the rebellion for wing night next week (homage to “Moonlight Sonata”, staggered start choral reading) Camber encumbered, ichthus imbalanced. We rise and fall for the exit (Sarah enters on exit). Moonlight floods Yonge Street. The stars are low tonight. You could collect them in your talons. There is no rebellion, there is no imminent revolution, there is no plan for the weekend, there is no coded message, there is no secret handshake. We grumble our goodnights. And yet there is a burning in our wings. And there is a burning in our mouths. And there is a burning which we (sing) lick from our rarely kissed lips. Verse: Bb/D7/Gm/Eb6 F7 Refrain: N.C., bass plays descending chromatic line Ab, G, Gb, F, Eb “Moonlight”: (piano solo) Gm-Gm/F-Eb Cm-D7 then Gm-Bb/F-Eb6-F7 Notes: Beethoven’s “Moonlight” Sonata would have been 36 years old at the time of the 1837 “rebellion” in Upper Canada.
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5% 04:40
“I loved my gods, and I sang before I spoke pretty. And speaking of pretty I fell in love with a human. We dated separated we traded DNA in the divorce” Explaining why when you’re angry you bare your teeth You furrow your brow your eyes dilate when you’re aroused “Can’t tell a lie and if I do my instincts betray me. A little less is a little more, I’ve heard it all before. I have hair on my hands, on my feet on my chest “At my best in your cave or in your forest” “My urges my buffets my desires my choirs my bonfires” 🔥 x2 “I don’t want to change, it’s hard to rearrange who I am sing with me” “N-E-A (echo) N-D-E (echo) R-T-H (echo) A-L, Neanderthal baby” x2 “A little less is a little more, I’ve seen you all before…(repeat and fade)”
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Goalkeeping 01:25
5.
We are the henge not your crowns and cathedrals We are the chalk cliffs that hover over Dover We are the Pike that threads down through the Needles We are the moor and the heather and the clover We are the henge not your bloody cathedrals We are the chalk cliffs that hover over Dover lover We are the Pike that threads down through the Needles We are the moor and the heather and the clover
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Twas in the merry month of May When all the flowers were a bloomin Sweet William on his deathbed lay For love of Barbara Allen He sent his servant to the town The place where she did dwell in Saying master dear has sent me here If your name be Barbara Allen Well slowly slowly she got up And slowly she went to him And all she said, when there she came (was) “Young man I think you’re dyin Don’t you remember the other night When we were in the tavern You drank a toast to the ladies there And slighted Barbara Allen He turned his face unto the wall He turned his back upon her” Adieu adieu to all my friends And be kind be kind to Barbara Allen “As I was wandering o’er the field I heard the death bell knellin And every note did seem to sing Hard-hearted Barbara Allen” The more it tolled the more she grieved She bursted out a cryin “Oh pick me up and carry me home I fear that I am dyin Oh mother mother make my bed And make it long and narrow Sweet William died for me today I’ll die for him tomorrow” They buried me in the old churchyard “They buried me in the new one” And from my grave there grew a rose “From mine a fine green briar” They grew and grew in the old churchyard Til they could grow no higher And there they tied in a true lover’s knot The red rose and the briar
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I'll give you the answers to your questions To who what when where why how much Before that a toast to mom and to dad Uncle Leonard who died at VImy... The truth is dear sis you're as smart as we got So I'll ask you the same damned things Who what when where why How much am I? And how long have we been here? Before that a toast to the ones we love most To Josh, Dave and Art bless their hearts... But if you insist I will not resist I'll find you the things that you've missed And I'll live in a cave so I won't be distracted By stars and things in the sky Before that a toast to our welcoming host To health and whiskey and wealth... The main thing I've learned Is I'd rather be burned Than stay in a place that's cold And I'll give you another slice Of brotherly advice If you're young you'll never grow old One final toast to foes and to friends To a brother whose smile never ends...
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Working on the railroad for a dollar a day...(good buddy) Gotta get my money gotta get my pay This old hammer ring like silver...(good buddy) Shine like gold shine like gold Take this hammer take it to the captain...(good buddy) Tell him I'm gone tell him I'm gone If he asks you was I running...(good buddy) Tell him I was flying tell him I was flying If he asks you was I laughing...(good buddy) Tell him I was crying tell him I was crying Working on the railroad for a dollar a day (good buddy) Gotta get my money gotta get my pay
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Leonard 02:43
--last letter written by my great uncle Leonard McFadden, months before he was killed by a shell at Vimy Ridge Some where in France May 23, 1917 Dear Brother Will. I received your most wellcome letter the day before yesterday, whitch you had wrote on the 22nd of Apr. I also received a letter from home about the same time. I hope you have received some more of my letters before this time. I must write as often as I can, even [if] I have not much to write about as there aint much to write about out here. I have seen quite a deal of the country that the Huns were driven of. I can hear the guns quite plain. The weather has been fine for quite a while, great weather for the crops whitch are looking good. There was some rain the other night, it came just in time to be a good help to the crops. The women folks are busy helping to get the crops sown and other work. They certainly are great workers. I have not learnt a great deal of French yet, just a few words that I can speak fairly well. I wish I could speak French good. The country is rather a pretty looking country. The farms are mostly pretty level and there aint many fences on the farms. a person can see some places that have not a fence to be seen for quite a distance. The barns and houses are small like all old country buildings. The roofs are made out of a kind of brick shingle whitch is kept in place by the weight of them. They will make a very long lasting shingle. If this country had the buildings like we have in Canada it would look just like Canada. My address is no. 5 co. 4th CMR Canadian B n B E F France. You most likely will have received some of my letters before this time. I hope you are enjoying good health as I am here, so is the rest of the fellows. I see Oscar, Joe and a few more of the fellows from around home. I have not had any word from Jim lately. I don’t know whether he is still where we were before. This will be all for this time. Good bye Willie. From your loving brother Leonard McFadden. Will write soon again.
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Carrying 01:50

about

“Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.”

That was one of a handful of passages Charlie had highlighted in his dog-eared paperback copy of E.M. Forster’s Howards End. It might seem like a strange diving board to leap from into a recording session, but we’ve known Charlie for a long time. So, when he told Ariel and I that he wanted to come to Prince Edward Island with Sarah McInnis and make an album of music arranged mostly for piano and voice, recorded live in a haunted theatre, and largely inspired by an early 20th century English novel about class and social mobility, we didn’t even blink. I’ve long admired Charlie’s ability to find inspiration in unlikely places, and then turn it into beautiful music that combines heart, oddity, humour, and passion in perfect proportions.

Nevertheless, I confess to some trepidation from a production standpoint: Ariel and I had the Kings Playhouse in Georgetown booked for just one day to capture the main piano and vocal tracks live on the stage, then we’d have just two more days to finish everything else in the studio. Would the piano be in tune? Would passing potato trucks roar and rumble through an otherwise perfect take? Would Charlie and Sarah - who live nearly 2000 kilometres apart - be prepared enough to get it all done in the first place?

I shouldn’t have worried. From the first bars of the first song, the magic was there. Like all magic, it was both human and otherworldly: there was the mystery and charm of the long-haunted theatre, the dim yellow lights and the floors creaking with history, and the simple sorcery of two excellent musicians in top form, playing and singing together, connecting across a stage.

As we created this album over the next 72 hours in the fog and the rain of an especially rainy and foggy island spring, that connection only grew. As good as they are at singing and playing, Charlie and Sarah are even better at listening, and I think you can actually HEAR them listening to one another, pausing, and responding. These songs celebrate the intimate and revel in quiet textures. Lyrically, Charlie leans on the “we,” his words gathering brothers, authors, lovers, uncles, strangers and friends—even Neanderthals—into a welcoming bear-hug, regardless of the wistful distance of time and space that might separate them.

Musically, there are moments of fun and even bombast, but these melodies and arrangements mostly whisper, and the sensitivity of the production has been highlighted by Lisa Conway’s mixing and the delicacy of Heather Kirby’s mastering. Sarah’s voice is rich and astonishingly versatile; she vocalises tiny raindrops in Goalkeeping, then soars when she sings “we are the chalk cliffs that hover over Dover” on the magnificent Jimmy & Lucy. Though Charlie’s music will always contain traces of the peculiar mix of ragtime, Tin Pan Alley, operetta and doo-wop that make up his musical soul, his restrained playing channels something more here, clinging to the narrow tightrope that binds the melancholic and the jubilant.

Fundamentally, this is an album about people and the ways they sometimes connect, and sometimes don’t. On one of the record’s two traditional folk songs, the lovers we’ve been singing about since at least the 17th century—Sweet William and Barbara Allen—still can’t seem to communicate effectively, leading to their by-now predictable but still tragic deaths. If only they had read E.M. Forster.

Yet the brief moments of disconnection only highlight the overall sense of togetherness and familiarity that threads through the songs. I feel so grateful to have been a part of this, but this is an album that invites everyone into its world: ultimately, you’ll become a part of it too.

--Mathias Kom

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released January 30, 2023

Only Connect was recorded in the Spring of 2022 on a far-flung corner of Prince Edward Island at the Kings Playhouse in Georgetown and The Fairfield Social Club.

Engineered by Ariel Sharratt and Mathias Kom
Produced by Mathias Kom
Mixed by Lisa Conway
Mastered at Dreamlands Mastering by Heather Kirby
Lathe cuts by Jackson Darby at Personal Touch
Cover art by Dan English
Album printing by Myles Conner

Sarah McInnis: voice, omnichord
Charlie Glasspool: piano, voice, bass pedals, organ, trumpet, baritone
Mathias Kom: narrator, bass, drums, hurdy gurdy, shruti box, recorder
Ariel Sharratt: bass clarinet, tenor sax
Wyatt Burton: electric guitar on 5%
Trevor Davis: electric guitar “Cybil” on Jimmy & Lucy
Lisa Conway: typewriter on Jimmy & Lucy
Ruthie: voice on Railroad Work song

In a previous life (Glasspool/McInnis)—do we believe in reincarnation? Not sure. Dreams and visions seem to suggest an affirmative response to the question.

Hollow night their wings (Glasspool)—a perceived revolution. A tip of the hat to Charles G.D. Roberts and Ludwig Van Beethoven here and a warning about the dangers of unbridled patriotism. So very palpable and current in “Canada”.

5% (Glasspool)—listening to my favourite CBC show Quirks and Quarks one Saturday in the car. The British anthropologist suggests that most homo sapiens of European descent have the titular amount of Neanderthal DNA in their systems to this very day. As said anthropologist listed traits associated with this entirely other species I had to pull over, averting a highway accident in the process, because I possess them all.

Goalkeeping (Glasspool/McInnis)—Albert Camus was a promising goalkeeper as a young adult. As was I. This piece, with almost unbearable rubato, is meant to capture the wandering thoughts one has when you play this most unusual position, at once participant and spectator. How much of L’étranger was composed during a football match?

Jimmy & Lucy (Glasspool)—I had the fateful blessing to meet an enchanting young British couple by these names. Something about them, and their very being, gave me and gives me enormous and eternal hope for a future defined by love and connection. Many Indigenous friends of mine here on Turtle Island, from many disparate nations, have told me that a major problem with the colonial/settler mentality is that said folks are not connected to the land from which they come. Or their songs and stories. For this reason, I love you James and Lucy. Reconnecting and reminding me. Once upon a time Iceni, Briton, Celt, ancient matriarchal societies, to and of and from the isle, fighting the Roman invaders.

Barbara Allen (traditional)—pursuant to the last song on the previous side, here is a song that is older than hills. A song connected to the land—how the rose got its thorns? My father’s lullaby to me as a child.

Toast of the Barrhead Hotel (Glasspool)—whoa. wow. This one just kind of happened during the session. Once upon a time, my brother and I, proverbially, were as thick as thieves. We were in our very first bands together—GHSS Concert Band, NSF, The Cravens, The Mindchangers, The Glasspool Brothers. A song that simultaneously celebrates the memory of that connection and the sadness to have lost it.

Railroad work song (traditional)—a re-working of a song that The Silver Hearts used to play at a breakneck tempo. It never worked for me at such speed. It is a lament. My father worked on the trains when he immigrated to “Canada” if this seems a disingenuous cover.

Leonard (Glasspool, letter written by Leonard McFadden)—this is the last correspondence from my Great Uncle Leonard before he was killed at Vimy Ridge.

Carrying (Glasspool, McInnis)—this entire side of the album is especially personal and especially difficult for me to listen to now that it exists in some real way. Here is some respite for me, and for you the listener. Ending with encouragement from E.M. Forster himself.

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Charles Glasspool Ontario

Many well-known artists have sang Glasspool's songs--Juno award-winners Serena Ryder and Andrea Lindsay, plus Andre Ethier and Lily Frost to name a few. He was a founder of The Silver Hearts.

Currently playing and creating with Evangeline Gentle, Sarah McInnis, Wyatt Burton, Trevor Davis.

Curating LiSTEN MuCH! music series at TTOK and BGO Presents at Jethro's, both in NOGO/PTBO
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