It just took the world flipping on its head for me to understand what this record was really about...watching a sociological World War unfold on my newsfeed daily, I feel like her story belongs to anyone who's ever struggled to find a home on this planet.Read More
“Rapids” s all about putting your heart and feet in the same direction to get beyond the unconscious forces that take us to unwanted places.
It was the first song I wrote for Vieux Loup during The Acorn’s three year hiatus: a period of self-care, no touring, therapy, and taking a hard look at the patterns of behaviour that weren’t really serving me any more. I really believe people’s instincts are mutable, but it requires fighting against the currents, getting swept away from time to time, but having faith that calmer waters are always attainable.
Off the road, I spent countless summer evenings communing with pals on the Ottawa river; its rhythms definitely played into the album’s aesthetics. While painting with india ink one night, a few drops fell into a glass of water, and the effect was totally mesmerizing. I spent the next month making a sweet mess in my kitchen. Everything was there, the unpredictability of the flow of ink through water, or slowly spreading Rorschach-like on a wet plate. Kind of a perfect visual metaphor. 18 months into the album’s release, I feel even closer to it, and still feel like I’m deciphering the unconscious themes I wasn’t ready to own when I finished it.
2016 was the year I needed my father's counsel the most. I've been shell-shocked. I've never understood the world less, and never felt more vulnerable. I decided to spend the holidays communing with my late father by unsealing a musty box of his letters and professional correspondences. Meticulously organized by my mother after his death in 1991, it contained detailed CVs, postcards, field notes from his myriad UN postings, and a touching mass-letter he sent to friends 50 years ago this week in 1966.Read More