“Proof Of Our Years”
On a recent trip to North America – and no, we won’t fucking shut up about it because it’s our blog and we’ll bleat on if we wanna – we had the rather glamorous (they paid for everything) fortune of meeting a great deal of musicians from Canada’s West Coast area. Actually if we’re being geographically-specific, it was more Central-West than outright West, but they’re the hosts after all so who are we to disagree with where they want their respective bits and bobs. We learned a great many things about ourselves and the wider world around us, but there were three things we wanna mention now for the purposes of talking about new Track Of The Day guy Rob Dickson, and his Track Of The Day called Proof of Our Years (the title of which has obviously got us all pensive and whatnot). Firstly, the Canadian music industry clearly suffers from an inferiority complex. We know that because a lot of them told us that intermittently over the course of a week-and-a-bit. Secondly, a great deal of the Canadian music industry currently are or recently were performing artists or professional songwriters in their own right – which is great in a seeing-things-from-the-artist’s-side sort of way and also makes them infinitely more enjoyable to share company and counsel with; perhaps on the slightly detracting side of things, this could explain the near-daily obsession with presentation and aesthetics that we witnessed again rather frequently whilst we were over there. Thirdly, Canada possesses what could adequately described as a state-funded music industry. And while we’re wearing our greener-grass specs looking at that, we are left wishing that the UK valued music culturally to the same extent; but on the flipside, we get the impression that due to the degree and quantity of funding grants issued, there doesn’t leave a great deal of incentive to take risks in the paradigms that most competitive industries otherwise exist. So, what the fuck does all of that mean as far as our boy Rob Dickson is concerned? Basically, he’s rad, and we wish (having met the guy – and apologies if we’re digging too deep here Rob, but the whole bloody enterprise is personal to us) that he and indeed the rest of the world would recognise that as far as his music is concerned. As naive as that may be in the context of business (then again, we’re the ones running our own music group these days, so there you go) we cannot help but find ourselves getting lost in the overwhelming innocence by which the guy presents his musical project to the world, if only to serve as a reminder that under all of the marketing tools we’re used to on a daily basis – all the plugging, the PRing, the dazzling light shows, the big brand names – there is always a guy with a guitar and a voice to die for out there just waiting to be heard. This might be enough to convince Jeff Buckley to give up his own ghost and get back to planet Earth to sort us all out.