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by: Bobby Bulat |
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Venue |
| Fri 9/12/08 |
Chattanooga, TN |
Nightfall Concert Series |
| Sat 9/13/08 |
Decatur, GA |
Eddie's Attic |
| Fri 9/19/08 |
New York, NY |
Highline Ballroom |
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"I
don't think I realized the radio had more than one station 'til
I was 11 or 12," Basia Bulat says. At the family home in
Toronto, the dial was always fixed to the local oldies station:
Motown, Stax, The Beatles, Beach Boys and Sam Cooke. While her
mother hunted for someone to do the dishes, Basia and her younger
brother Bobby would hide with a radio or tape player, happily
rattled by all that song.
Since the age of three, Basia has been sitting on piano stools
and trying to hammer things out. It started with her piano-teacher
mum, but along the way Basia's picked up guitar, autoharp, banjo,
ukulele, sax and flute. In high school her instrument was the
upright bass – a lone girl among "eight-foot-tall
guys in the back of the orchestra, goofing off with the tubas".
There's a sense of play that still suffuses her music, jostling
under the songs of regret and love, want and joy. When her brother
began in his teens to play drums with punk bands, Basia would
be there with her demerara voice, joining happily in the jam.
When she left for university in London, Ontario, musicians began
to drop by her downtown apartment. Many nights were spent with
these classically trained friends, laughing and singing, and
together they made a glad, bright noise.
In the summer of 2006, Basia went to live in Montreal. Through
friends she met Howard Bilerman, an engineer and co-owner of
the famed Hotel 2 Tango studio. Basia cashed some student loans
to record with Bilerman in one of the final sessions at the
original H2T site, but by the third day she had lost her voice.
It was ultimately these rough early takes, hoarse with excitement
that formed the bulk of Oh, My Darling. Initially the
recordings were meant only as an "audible memory"
of the time Basia spent with friends in London and Montreal:
"We liked playing together so much, and I just wanted to
remember that." But Bilerman was smitten with the songs,
with Basia and her band, and he began to write to friends at
labels, friends with music-blogs, anyone who might pay attention.
For despite the original intention, these tracks are breathless,
thirsty, dislodged from dreary nostalgia. There are strings,
yes, and acoustic guitar, but also a frantic drum-kit gallop;
the influence of the spirits of wild Jeff Magnum, big-voiced
Odetta, Emily Dickinson and all those boisterous soul-music
singles. It's this spark that sets Basia Bulat apart from the
raft of typical singer-songwriters, and also what attracted
the interest of Geoff Travis and Britain's legendary Rough Trade
label who released Oh, My Darling in Europe and Japan
in the spring of 2007.
Since then Basia and her band have toured across Canada and
Europe, sharing stages with the likes of Final Fantasy, Great
Lake Swimmers, Loney Dear, Patrick Watson, Julie Doiron, Sondre
Lerche, and The Veils, leaving a trail of new fans and happy
critics along the way. Oh, My Darling is a pet project
no longer, but Basia's ambitions are unchanged from those early
days of that tiny apartment: "I love songs that I can sing
along to," Basia says, and then she corrects herself, balling
her hand into a fist. "No, songs that you want to sing
along to."
Oh, My Darling will be released in the US on February
5 with a tour to follow. |
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Oh,
My Darling
Rough Trade / Beggars
February 5, 2008 |
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