What The Rheostatics Mean to Me
When I moved to Canada 2 years ago, I knew little of the Rheostatics apart from a few songs and what I'd read about them in Have Not Been The Same (which has been gratefully transcribed by radiofreecanukistan HERE). But I was enthralled and intrigued enough that I knew I had to make up for lost time, and quickly. Their music encapsulated everything that I imagined Canada to be - lyrical pop songs both whimsical and vast, epic guitar jams of Crazy Horse proportions, and high lonesome country folk songs all woven together like some sort of genius crazy quilt.
Now, I sit here after the band's farewell weekend with the humble satisfaction of being a part of these history-making shows, but with more than a little bit of heartbreak knowing that my "hello's" were their goodbyes. It's like missing the last train home - you'll figure out some other way to get there but the journey's just not the same. Sure, I've got 20 years of back-catalog to catch up on, but their live shows will be very sorely missed.
Eye, Now, and others have published thoughts and memoirs from celebrities and fellow musicians such as Feist, John Southworth, and Hawksley Workman, but I wanted to share the thoughts & words of the regular fans, from those just getting to know the band, to those who've grown up with them. Take a vicarious walk down a cold road that is Rheostatics memory lane...
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"It's like an old friend has an appointment with Dr. Kevorkian, and here we are in the last week laughing like it's old times and it seems like a mistake. There's been maybe one or two other weeks in my life that I've felt like crying as much as this week - death and break-up. Martin's voice breaking--wasn't that fitting, in so many ways? The way he was coaxing the notes out of the air with his hand reminded me of how he so often has a look on his face like he's pulling the notes straight from heaven through his guitar strings: every note is the most wonderful goddamned miracle." - Matthew King

"What a goddamn fabulous way to go out and take us with them ... When the boys took to the stage the place erupted into a standing ovation I will never forget, a feeling in the pit of my stomach unmatched by any goodbye - or any hello for that matter. The standing ovation the boys got was for their music, yes, but the messages they've sent through them is the real gold there - I can hear a great riff or a great voice or a great story in song in any bar I slur into, but what am i getting out of it as an afterthought? Who is going to last? What other band has a Martin Tielli and a Dave Bidini? What other band merges songwriting styles like them? What other band is simply unique? And I'm talking about new stuff. What other band lets you in, asks you to join, and begs you to think about it, to form a relationship to the songs, and not just buy the album or dig their hair style. It may sound trite and so very angsty, but there's a call out now to Music Canadiana to refresh our memories every so often of what a great band can do - not for themselves, but for the whole shooting match, the fans, the history of, and the pure experimentation of music". - Emily Gleeson, Guelph ON

"I loved that they played 'My First Rock Concert' at the 'Shoe; it is probably my favourite Rheos song. Not because of the catchy tune, or any sort of complex instrumentation, I love it because it tells the story of eager concert-going enthusiast kids who "saw XTC twice and thought Paul Weller was Christ". About how Dave and Martin and Tim were all geeky music fans once too ... doing the exact thing that I do to them now ... crowd them after shows, ask for autographs, make awkward comments, and then regret it all in retrospect as you walk away from the venue. It's inter-generational, it just echoes across time." - Martina Zanetti, Toronto ON

"I sat there thinking about how it took them that long to play Massey Hall, but really it is their venue - the lighting is stunning and at points you could hear a pin drop, every little guitar swoop and cymbal swell rang out pure and true. Sure, some of the rockers might work better in a bar, but all of Tielli's tunes were right at home. Some highlights of the night was Dave (Clark) sitting in on 'Northern Wish', Martin's improv in 'Stolen Car', all the great jokes (Martin: "After this I'm going to open a massage parlour for pets"). Also, the fake snow falling in 'When Winter Comes' was gorgeous and will be imprinted in my brain forever. The night was loose, a little weird at times, the improvs were tight and not wandering, everything came out perfect, Tim's and Dave's voice were strong. Martins' ... oh poor Martin, there was something kind of sad yet beautiful and poetic about him croaking out the high parts for 'Shaved Head' at the very last show. I found it very moving, he still sang strong in the lower parts. Here's hoping that it is only temporary, maybe this will be incentive for him to quit smoking. Anyway, sweet, sweet memories." - Andrew Hopkinson

"I think the funniest part of the night was when they started talking about how they had agreed that at their final concert, Tim would cut off Martin's hand and then each band member would cut off the hands of the other members. The only problem being that there would be no one left to cut off the last hand from the last person. Someone from the right balcony then yelled "I'd give you $50 bucks for Tim's hand!", to which Dave responded something like "how much if it was signed?". Then saying "Oh but how would he be able to sign it?". Also, Martin's expression at the end of 'Record Body Count' when he realized that there was a human pyramid behind him was priceless. This show was the biggest they have played on their own to date, and the fans have flown from all over North America, from Florida to San Diego and from Halifax to Victoria to see them. What a pleasure and a treasure it was to have been there. I truly feel that those lucky enough to have been there were witness to a significant piece of Canadian Music History. One of those events where years from now when people talk about it you can say in the words of Dave Bidini "Oh Yeah, I Was There!" " - Darrin Cappe, Toronto ON

"I was there in row I on the right hand side, crying softly every now and then; my wife burst into tears from time to time too, because she could see how much it meant to me and how moved I was (and all of the other Sprouts too) to be there. I turned to her during the standing ovation for the boys after the first song (Saskatchewan), tears streaming down my cheeks as I smiled and gestured to all of the people in the seats and in the balconies. "It's beautiful!" I told her. We both thought Martin tried valiantly to sing his best, and felt his frustration at not being able to do so. We laughed with the boys as each revealed his "plans" for the future - Tim claimed that he had the rights to "Rheostatics, we hardly knew ye" (for the Casino circuit). As the minutes 'til the end ticked away, I watched and felt glad as I noticed each of the boys really soaking in the moment in their own way. By the time the second encore ended, with the guys singing 'Record Body Count' about ten feet from where we were and tears still streaming down my face, I clutched my wife's hand, told her I loved her and thanked her for coming with me. We walked together into the cold of the March night, and I hoped everyone else enjoyed the show as much as I did. Thank you, Rheostatics, for all your efforts over the years to give me the beauty, the memories, and the fun that you did". - Ed Slater, Hamilton ON

"Four little songs... (One, two, three?) four little songs.... it would make us happy if you sang along:
ONE: "Well, legal age life at variety store, these are the things that make me roar: disco sux and so does war, the meek shall inherit the Earth no more. I'm the king I am therefore, What kind of a fool am I? And each time I wake up I try to speak. Well, I felt a cold river of tears upon my cheek. And each time I wake up I feel so weak. Dumbfounded". ('Legal Age Life at Variety Store', from Whale Music)
TWO: "And mothers of the country take two flags and make a sail. We'll sail the big dominion. This song is falling... And did you get my message on the People's Radio? I wrote it in Alberta, across the prairie spine. And I'd rather jump the borders that trail from east to west. And get the booking agent to find another band." ('Northern Wish', from Melville).
THREE: "I dreamed I drove a stolen car. Thru the fields across the yard. Taking out the fences that I'd built between all my friends. Though the snow, they shagged again. I said goodbye, waved them on their own. I drove all night. I drove alone". ('Stolen Car', from Double Live)
FOUR: "Mom and Dad are selfless... and they don't do nothing, worthless. They just work all day and worry about their son: "What went wrong with Martin? Is he dumb?" I just pump gas every weekday night, until the sun comes up like missiles... to my brain. You never said this would be hell". ('Self Serve Gas Station', from Whale Music)
(Four, three, two, one....) No little songs.... We made them all up and now they're gone.
These are a few of my favorite Rheostatics songs, because I could never actually put into words why I love them or why their breakup has filled me with a cloud of melancholy ever since Thursday's Horseshoe show. But all these unanswerable whys are the reason that, after my first Winter Nationals last year, I was saddened at the ridiculous notion that I no longer had the option of seeing them every day. And also why I can listen to Martin Tielli sing his guts out forever. I guess I might never know why, and I don't think I ever really want to. On a cold road somewhere in the south of ontario, there's a crackle in the air. - We'll see you soon Martin/Dave". - Aviva Cohen, Harmelodia
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Horseshoe Tavern setlist is HERE (although they strayed off it quite a bit, including a cover of DOA's "The Enemy" and a quickie snippit of XTC's "Radios In Motion", plus an audience participation encore of 'Bread, Meat, Peas, and Rice that went into 'Northern Wish' where the audience sang along to help Martin's ailing voice hit those warbling falsetto notes).
The Massey Hall intro can be heard here, and the songs were:
Saskatchewan
Me & Stupid
Bad Time to be Poor
P.I.N.
Mumbletypeg
IT
Christopher
King of the Past
Northern Wish (Dave Clark on drums, Don Kerr on cello)
Easy To Be With You (DC drums, DK cello)
My First Rock Show
We Went West
Aliens
Feed Yourself
Making Progress
Shaved Head
When Winter Comes
ENCORE 1:
Self Serve Gas Station
California Dreamline
Claire (with Chris Brown)
Horses
Stolen Car
Rock Death America
Dopefiends and Boozehounds > Alomar
ENCORE 2:
Legal Age Life (acoustic)
Record Body Count (acoustic)
(Special thanks to the fans at Fish Mailin' for sharing these great memories. For additional Rheo's photos, visit the Rheostatics Flickr Pool!)
Comments (10)
I was also at the Massey Hall show, and although I've never really gotten into The Rheos (though I've seen them a few times), and don't know their songs all that well, it was one hell of a show. *I* even cried, and don't have that history of fan-dom for them. The fake snow was spectacular and will be burned into my mind forever. All in all, you could feel that the place was emotionally charged...people around me were openly crying throughout the entire 3+ hours. That show was one of those uniquely Canadian moments in time and I'm so glad I stayed after shooting the first few songs.
carrie, you don't need that history of fan-dom, the first time i saw them, after the first song i could feel it. i can't imagine anyone having seen a rheos show and not feeling something. in fact iv never heard anything like that. how many bands can you really say that for.
as for the shoe vs. massey hall, to me it was sorta like you can try your best to make everything really great and nice but for some reason its always the one thing that is not perfectly perfect you do that that person remembers and turns out to be the best part. with that in mind im glad my last time was at the 'shoe as much as massey must have been wonderful. i think it goes hand in hand with the person above who said it was perfectly fitting that at the last rheos show teilli's voice was breaking his very best at the notes.
also, i somehow find it oddly fitting that you wrote this up (as someone who just went to their first show) for the rest of us. its sorta like someone who has just experienced something telling us who know what its like, what its like and not the other way around and that to me is perfectly poignant and very meaningful to me.
translation = i appreciate it alot.
ps. i know i gave you a mouthful on the photos already and plan to say some more on flickr or reallifeblog, but for whatever reason i find that picture of tim heroic.
cheers
Nice write-up Beth. I was at the show at Massey and it was really really sad...I really hate to see them leave.
PS. for those that are interested, I believe the CBC is playing the show from Massey on the radio on April 7th.
It was a great show. Some of what I said on my blog follows (the original post was a lot longer and full of other crap but this is the relevant stuff I think):
It was a tremendously nostalgic evening... not only because it is the end of the band, but more personally. I haven't followed them for the last few years, so for me they're very much a part of my youth -- the same adolescent who adored Kids in the Hall and smoked cigarettes for the first time and drank beer around bonfires. On the one hand, it's really kind of sad that they never made it really big, because they are so talented, but on the other, I think it makes us fans feel smart and part of a select group. Actually, it felt more like regret than nostalgia, regret that I hadn't seen them in concert more when I had the chance, regret that I'd let them go like all the old friends I've lost touch with.
I couldn't help but think about how talented they all are. They always seem to be experimenting and having fun, while still keeping some special spark that is their own unique, identifiable sound. I love how they sampled Al Purdy reciting a line, how they created a whole album inspired by the Group of Seven, and how they collaborate with so many Canadian artists. And how they all also write or paint... they're marvels. Here they are, barely halfway through their lives, and they already know (I hope) that they will leave this place richer than they found it. That said, at one point Tim said something about opening for the Barenaked Ladies in Winnipeg, and I'm sorry, but that is just SO wrong.
Dave Bidini had his signature fedora on, which contrasted jauntily with his Patio Lanterns rock star leaps, and I can just imagine him practicing those guitar jumps as a 15-year-old in some wood-panelled basement with orange shag carpet.
I was deflated when they left the stage after the first encore. They hadn't played Record Body Count, and I really didn't feel like leaving until they did, despite the cramps in my knees and my numb bum. I wondered if maybe Martin's voice just couldn't do it (poor guy, he was sick and his voice was pathetically, but movingly and appropriately hoarse at crucial moments). But they came out again after another standing ovation (which provided considerable relief to my old body), and Dave Bidini picked up his acoustic guitar and they all sat down on the edge of the stage, legs dangling. They talked for a moment, about nothing really, then played Legal Age Life and we all sang along. Dave Clarke came out again, and directed the audience in some fun backup "singing."
Finally... finally, I recognized the first notes of Record Body Count. Bidini played quietly, and Martin sang hoarsely, the house lights golden dim with a bright spotlight on the Rheostatics, and it felt like a huge bush party around a camp fire, singing. I wondered if maybe this was why they'd chosen the beer-less Massey Hall, for a vision of this campfire moment with all their loyal fans singing with along all our might, as if our voices could keep them together, keep them from leaving us behind... I think maybe they had that moment planned all along. I wondered how the last lyric would hang in the great open space above us, the line about "Joey stepped up on the block of ice, put a rope around his neck, fell asleep before he died." It's an awfully morbid ending, but Martin deftly added a Tom Green sort of IEECE accent and a yo-yo-Homey hand gesture for comic relief, and those morbid last words floated painlessly in the air.
Cinnamon gurl, I read your blog post - what I very nice account. Hilarious reference on the "Tom Green style" comic relief (there's actually a great photo of that 'yo-yo homey' hand gesture over on Darrin's new goodgonedead site - http://www.goodgonedead.rheostaticslive.com/index2.shtml). Martin did sound pretty hoarse, but the atmosphere at the Horseshoe was more loose, rough & tumble, and the band kicked up their heals in a different way, so it was kind of OK. You could tell that he knew his throat wouldn?t hit the falsettos, but he poured his heart into it & growled his way through them anyway. I think it was that snarling growl combined with the fragile vulnerability of trying so damn hard that made his voice (and performance in general) kind of tragically sexy... if that makes any sense. (Sorry, I digress, but his crazy brand of genius - or genius brand of crazy - really gets to me).
Anyway, thank you for your writeup and for stopping by here. I still refuse to believe they?re over, so I prefer to say we?ll see ?em somehow, somewhere, down the road.
Long time fan, awesome show, and awesome to see Mr. Clark on the drums albeit only for one song
The first time I told my wife I loved her was at a Rheo's show at The Horseshoe. Sadly, we were unable to get tickets for Massey hall. I hope it's played on CBC, so we can listen.
Dave Bidini is one of my personal heroes, and my heart is broken a little bit...
Those are great photographs!
oh, and hey brokenengine, it is gonna be on CBC this weekend april 7th or something - on the 94.1 station. I hope they play the whole thing; the singalong ending was toooo sweet.














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