“My folks gave me up shortly after I was born. An older couple, Dwayne and Clairey Talbot, adopted me when I was five. They said that in music years they were old but that their children had kept them young. They said that I was an old soul and that they intended to raise me backwards. Dwayne played the tenor guitar and Clairey played the autoharp. They had me play the six string guitar and told me my other job was to keep the wood box full. I thought I’d been raised on music rather than born into it but when I was thirteen, the Talbots got a call from my birth parents saying they wanted to meet me. The Talbots said that was alright, “in deference to the blood in your veins,” and when I met my birth folks I was surprised they were a musical family. I visited them more and more and we started playing together here and there. Mostly, I spent the next two years trying to get my pilot’s license but as I got close to the final test I found out I was colour blind. When that happened I started drinking and one day me and my brother (my real blood brother) were shooting BBs at a pop can hanging from a tree and one of the pellets refracted off the can and hit me in the eye. I lost 70% of the vision in my left eye and when that happened, I got really depressed. Mr. and Mrs. Talbot passed away and so I decided to go back to the old house. My brothers and sisters were looking after it but no one was actually living there and so I went there. I bought a tape player and started recoding music there. I started gigging around and selling the cassette tapes offstage. I played a show in Welland, Ontario where these guys asked me to start a band with them and so I did. They said they wanted a drummer and I told them my brother can play drums and we started a band and played together for seven years. I started missing what I was doing at the beginning, the simplicity of it, and it happened that we had a long break. I went back to the same house and wrote a whole bunch of songs and then recorded them. I went to play a show on the weekend and while I was away the house got demolished. Someone in the family who I hadn’t spoken with hired a demo team to tear the house down and in the process, all the tapes got destroyed. Instead of recording the same songs over again, I wrote a whole bunch of new songs. Really it was a blessing in disguise, as they say, because the twelve songs I’d written before were dark and depressing and something about the old house being torn down was sort of a relief. Certain memories and thoughts that I didn’t even know were lingering there seemed to finally come through the other side of my soul (like how dirty water without knowing it runs a long distance to get clean…) At the moment I realized the recordings were gone I also realized it was the same thing with the music I’d been writing the last 7 years. As soon as a song was completed it was forgotten – never the same as it was in the form it took up in completion. To this day, I wish every record I ever made could be buried somewhere (along with those songs, that old house and the wreckage of the plane I went and flew blind anyways…)” – Daniel Romano
Daniel, Fred and Julie is a very special collaboration between three much loved musicians. Daniel Romano sings and plays guitar in Attack in Black. Calm Down It’s Monday’s Fred Squire sang and played guitar in legendary indie-rock group Shotgun and Jaybird, and is a jack-of-all-trades and master of some in the Julie Doiron band. And Julie Doiron is the legendary songwriter, singer, guitar shredder, collaborator with Mount Eerie, Gord Downie, Herman Dune, Wooden Stars, and member of Eric’s Trip, who needs no introduction. But this is a record unlike any previously heard from these fine and versatile musicians.
Dan took the train to Sackville, NB in the summer of 2009, with a couple of acoustic guitars and a couple of song books of folk songs. The tape machine was set up in Fred’s garage. A microphone was placed on the floor in front of a semi circle of folding chairs. The weather was good that week, the garage door was open, cars would pass, and kids on bicycles. Arrangements were made up quickly, harmonies worked out, lyrics written on long scraps of paper, verses picked and chosen. Dan and Fred playing guitars, all three singing together. The songs were put down quickly, with no overdubs or edits, and the record was finished in a couple of days.
A record of Folk Music, three part harmonies, guitar picking and strumming. Songs of romance, justice, murder, loafing, and complaint, horses and gambling. Old songs, in the public domain. Public songs for singing together. Daniel, Fred and Julie also features two new compositions by Dan: “Runner,” about the eternal doomed rambling of a man, sung here spookily and powerfully by Fred, and the lamenting and beautiful “Your Love.”
Daniel, Fred and Julie is available on LP and CD and for Digital download. The record in all formats is proudly Mono.
You’ve Changed Records 002, ‘SPLIT’ was born in the backseat of a Ford Econoline, somewhere near the Quebec – New Brunswick border. Some old tour van in summer. Some guys in bands. We were on our way home from the 3rd Annual Sappy Records Music Festival and we were inspired. The drive was long but the passions were high. We were full of fire and sunshine. We were hopped up on road snacks and ready. I’ll sing your songs if you sing mine. Let’s make a record, start a label. Why not?
The idea grew once the tape was rolling. We started with one song each, Attack in Black covering Baby Eagle, Baby Eagle covering and backed by Attack in Black. This became two, and finally a happy four. Eight tracks in total, two sides of a vinyl LP. Our favourite songs of each other’s, ruthlessly manhandled, reinvented, knocked around and abused, cut into new shapes. Baby Eagle’s rickety folk songs polished and tuned. Attack in Black’s youthful anthems busted into shards and aged. Sounds like a good idea.
‘Split’ was recorded in Welland ON, in the Romano household. It’s all a blur, making this record and ‘Still Jimmie’ (YC-001), like one memory of people coming and going, making songs, making dinner, pot roast and coffee. Sleeping on a couch by the mixing board, sitting around the kitchen table singing. The Fall of 2008, like any moment, a split between the past and the future. This is the record we made.
Shotgun Jimmie used to play in Shotgun and Jaybird. Everybody loved Shotgun and Jaybird because they had great songs, they were funny, they were sad, and they were wonderful. They were sloppy and drunk and at times totally transcendent. They had a drummer that could hardly play, and then after he left, they had one of the best drummers imaginable. Everybody who ever heard of Sackville, New Brunswick wanted to see them play.
After the band broke up Shotgun Jimmie made a record in his living room called “The Onlys.” Everybody loved it. He sang about getting up early in the morning, about writing songs, about good times and bad times and a mysterious “sparkle revolution.” He played a bunch of shows supported by a shifting group of some of the top musicians of our time: Construction and Destruction, Jesse Baird, Jay Baird, Bucky Buckler, and Baby Eagle.
Soon, Jimmie started playing a bunch of shows with Welland, Ontario’s Attack in Black. The shows were different then what they’d been before. What was once ramshackle and sweet and funny, was now still somewhat ramshackle, was sweet, funny and also pretty rocking. That is to say it rocked. They blasted through the songs with urgency and purpose. Then Jimmie wrote a bunch of new songs and recorded them with Attack in Black in their basement studio. Jimmie calls this his serious record, and it is, in a way. but he codes his worry in rhyme and in tune. He makes jokes. He plays guitar solos. It’s wonderful. The songs are crunchy and catchy and unforgettable. There’s a shambling duet with Simone Schmidt of Toronto country bad One Hundred Dollars called “Quicksand.” There’s the questioning rock generation anthems of “Mind Crumb,” and “The Cost Of Doing Business.” There’s emotional laments: “Province to Province,” which sounds like one, and “Waist Deep In The Water,” which doesn’t. And there’s my favourite song: “Used Parts.” It’s a different sounding Jimmie, but it’s Still Jimmie.
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Hey everyone.Whoever you are. If you are anyone at all. Just kidding.
This is the brand new You’ve Changed Records website. The idea is to make this place a site you can go to on a cold night alone at home and to read hopeful news about your favourite bands. We’re sitting in our cold apartments in Montreal, and gettin our guitars fixed in Welland, walkee-talkee-ing back and forth all day, trying to make our dreams come true. Taking turns working shifts at the record store.
We’ve got a very exciting spring to think about, and wanted to share the reasons for excitement, with you, dear reader. First of all, we are to be releasing two very special records. On March 10th, Shotgun Jimmie‘s future classic Still Jimmie will be in stores across the nation. People of Canada, rejoice for this one. Jim will be going on tour with Attack in Black in the U.S. and Canada to follow up that release.
Then, on April 14th, we’ll be releasing a split album of Attack in Black and Baby Eagle playing each others’ songs. It’s great. You guys have no idea!
Hope you all are keepin’ warm.