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Biography
I
am the son of a draft dodger. I grew up in southern Manitoba, balanced
on the line that separates town from country. My heroes yielded hockey
sticks and fishing rods. I was and still am reckless in everything
that I pursue.
I woke up one morning at 19-years-old and I
began to run. Any train, bus, road or trail, fuelled my desire to see
more at whatever cost. I traded my athletic heroes fo
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writers that died young. I chased Jack Kerouac's ghost across the
continent, working dozens of jobs to get there. I planted trees in
northern B.C., I served coffee and breakfast in Georgia, and I drove
drug addicts to their court dates in Winnipeg. I've worked as mountain
guide, a janitor, a construction worker, a groundskeeper, a landscaper, a
farmer, a counsellor, an ice-maker, a teacher’s assistant, a driver, a
roofer, a fisherman and more. I've worked in 15 states and 8 Provinces.
I chased after grandeur, found it fleeting. I tried to
be a Buddhist, I tried to follow Jesus. I grew tired of rambling, I
turned 23 and sought shelter in one of Chicago's north side
neighbourhoods. I became addicted to open mic nights, embarrassing
myself in front of strangers, singing half-cut versions of John Prine
and Townes Van Zandt songs until way past last call.
I would
leave the bars feeling free and hopeful, clutching my guitar and my
suitcase, smelling of cheap beer and stale smoke. It was always late
and the streets were always vacant as I made my way, too late to catch a
bus or train and too broke to call a cab. On one particularly long walk
home in late October, I was bombarded by a smell and a feeling from my
childhood, one that brought back memories that had been stowed away
somewhere on the back pages of my subconscious. The wind came in hard
off Lake Michigan and snow began to tumble out of the Chicago sky. The
nostalgic tinge of home hit my gut and birthed in me a realization that I
was somewhere I didn't belong. I knew at that very moment, all at once,
that I would never be able to do anything but write songs and sing them
from stage. I had charted a course and without any thought of
consequence I drew the first draft of a dream. It was a hunger that
ran so deep that I would do anything to make it happen, and that nothing
would stand in my way
I left Chicago in a hurry, desperate to
lean into home and the familiarness it brings. I began to remember who
I was, and thus, began to write. I wrote hundreds of songs, I wrote
with fever, urgency and naivete, as if no one had ever written a song. I
fell in love so many times, wandering and wondering around small towns
trying to live like the characters in my favourite songs, wildly
romantic, eager and full of youthful guile.
I became
increasingly obsessed with narrative and the cinematic quality of songs,
the way they can give a person a definite sense of place, in a world
built on alienation. I settled on twelve songs and in the winter of
2009, with the help of my old friend Jean-Paul Laurendeau and his
makeshift basement studio, my first effort Where the City Ends was
released.
I hit the road again and was baptized by it.
Instead of trying to find meaning, I was trying to give it. From towns
and cities, in churches, bars, lounges, basements and street corners. I
told stories and jokes, I preached and professed, singing songs for
anyone who would lend me their ears.
I wrote more songs and
better songs. I went back to my old friend and in June 2010, Love
Songs for the Last Twenty was released. I continued to play anywhere I
could, for whoever I could. Hundreds of shows were logged, and
hundreds of thousands of kilometres were driven. My world turned into a
dashboard, a radio, a guitar and a pen.
I began to rub
shoulders with my heroes. I traipsed across the stages of some of the
country’s finest music festivals. I’ve warmed up crowds for the likes of
James McMurtry, Buffy Sainte-Marie, Taj Mahal, Richard Thompson, and
John Hiatt. I found confidence, I began to learn how to captivate
crowds, I leaned into the craft.
Winter rolled into
Winnipeg like a freight train. Brimming with the confidence of a child, I
put my trust in a young producer from Maine named Sam Kassirer. I put
pen to paper and I put the hammer down. I recorded rough takes of 30
plus songs and with Kassirer's help I whittled the list down to 10. It
was an exercise in carefulness and intentionality. It needed to be
traditional, contemporary, fresh and urgent in its scope. I sharpened
the songs, I honed the narratives and the vision of the record became
clear. We assembled a brilliant group of musicians and we pressed
“record.” The process was raw, honest, electric and pure fun. I put my
faith in everyone at the table with me and revelled in the process.
At its core Headwaters is about searching for the source of our
desires, and the freedom that comes from understanding the ways in which
the sources influence our directions. Rivers can't change where they
begin, or where they run, neither can we change our histories or escape
their influence on us. Headwaters is a collection of parables, hymns
and manifestos, stories of love and loss, sadness and joy, threaded
together by the search for an ultimate source. Headwaters is my third
record in four years, and I'm as excited about music and song-writing as
I've ever been.
I'm 28-years-old, I'm a guitar player and a
songwriter. Sometimes I preach, sometimes I rhyme. I know that I will
never do anything but this. My world has turned into managers, agents,
airports, festivals and promoters, but her source is still just a
dashboard, a radio a guitar and a pen.The Bros. Landreth http://www.thebrotherslandreth.com
After nearly a decade of supporting some of Canada’s most talented
artists, from Deric Ruttan to Imaginary Cities, the Landreth brothers
are finally embarking on a project uniquely their own. “We’re finally at
a place and a time where we feel like we can contribute something of
value that’s going to stand up with the great music that our peers are
making.” says Dave. Joey contributes: “After watching
these incredibly talented artists that we work with bleed and sweat
into their music you can’t help but start to covet that sense of
ownership and creation. We wanted to make something that is ours.” They
are currently in pre-production for their debut album as The Bros.
Landreth, scheduled to be released in February of 2013. Murray Pulver
(2009 CCMA producer of the year, Tara Oram, Doc Walker, Crash Test
Dummies) will be producing the inaugural release to be recorded at Unity
Gain Studios in Manitoba. 2013 will be a big year for the brothers as
they re-introduce themselves as a cohesive unit to the music scene that
they already know so well.
Born to a musical family, both
sons took to the craft early and quickly. Joey played the guitar before
he could speak and Dave experimented with every instrument in the house
before eventually settling comfortably on his Dad’s old bass guitar.
Their father, much respected songwriter and side-man, Wallace Landreth,
was an institution in his own right in the Winnipeg music scene where
the boys were raised and began to pay their own dues. Wally toured the
continent as a musician and developed a wealth of experience that he
would pass on to his two young sons. Almost prophetically, Joey in his
early teenage years followed in his father’s footsteps as a working
freelance musician. He was touring across the country and playing
nightclubs while he was still finishing high school. In no time Joey
quickly amassed a star-studded resumé. He has since toured and recorded
with One More Girl, The Wyrd Sisters, Dallas Smith, Deric Ruttan, Steve
Bell, and most recently with Juno and CCMA winners, Doc Walker.
Meanwhile, his older brother Dave took a similar approach and set to
work developing a reputation for his simple and solid bass playing. He’s
extensively toured North America, Europe, and Australia with such
Canadian talent as Romi Mayes, Chris Carmichael, “Big Dave” McLean,
Ridley Bent, and currently is the bass player for indie-pop group,
Imaginary Cities. To complete the band The Bros. have called on drummer
and long-time musical cohort: Ryan “Rhino” Voth. A child-hood friend,
he’s grown up playing and working with both Landreths, together and
separate, in an innumerable combination of musical outings. Some of his
most notable credits as a side man include Del Barber, Daniel ROA, Oh My
Darling, The New Lightweights, and Fred Penner.
All three
hail from the sprawling southern Manitoba prairies and they are fiercely
proud to call Winnipeg home. “We’re at the epicenter of this great
artistic hub, smack dab in the middle of the coldest place in the known
universe.” Dave playfully exaggerates. “We have to write and play just
to stay warm half the year... It becomes a creative incubator – a
survival technique!” The end result of these exercises in
self-preservation are The Bros. Landreth’s songs. They are alt-country
road maps that are sometimes auto-biographical – hinting at the fallout
of a life as a touring musician, and occasionally fictional – exploring
melancholy themes of love gone bad, love gone worse, and the
repercussions of being smitten with a stripper. Their record offers a
wide variety of music. “Greenhouse” is a dark ballad sung from the
perspective of a suicide victim that offers a hint of hope for the lover
that was left behind. “Can’t Help Myself” contrasts the serious tone as
a playful and catchy shuffle. It showcases the band’s ferocious
musicianship, deep pocket, and puts a special emphasis on Joey’s
uniquely expressive guitar playing. He describes the character that the
poppy, harmony-laden “Tappin’ on the Glass” is inspired by: “Do you
remember Looney Tunes? There was that character, Elmyra? She was always
harassing her pet fish, constantly tapping on it’s bowl saying ‘Hello
little fishy!’ Well, that song is about the fish…” Another track – and a
nod to the archetypes of country music – “Runaway Train” serves as a
cautionary tale, warning would-be suitors of the dangers of falling for
the protagonist.
Ultimately, the tapestry of diverse
influence that makes up their musical pedigree never stands in the way
of the most important element:
Their songs speak for themselves.
They unravel unselfconsciously, like an old sweater. Worn in, not worn out.
The Bros. Landreth will be out on the road in 2013, investing their
own blood and sweat in support of their much anticipated first release.
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