The Great Black North

jamaica_logo.gifCanadian reggae and soul, eh? If you expect that combination to go down as easily as curried goat with a side of Canadian bacon, you may be surprised. By the late sixties, economic strains, liberalized Canadian immigration laws, and fear among draft-age men that a United States passport would lead straight to Vietnam led a growing number of Jamaican expatriates to relocate in Toronto. Just 236 miles from Motown, visionary keyboardist/ arranger Jackie Mittoo, who had already cofounded the Skatalites and served as music director at Jamaica’s Studio One, helped guide a gang of upstarts eager to mix their Island recipes with generous helpings of sweet soul and heavy funk. The Jamaicans in Toronto included rhythm king Wayne McGhie, gritty vocalists Johnny Osbourne and the Mighty Pope, dub-savvy crooner Noel Ellis (son of rocksteady legend Alton Ellis), and roots rocker Willi Williams, whose “Armagideon Time” (“versioned” from a Mittoo riff and showcased below) later became the Clash‘s most moving reggae cover. The Toronto scene produced music of surprising range and vision for almost two decades, and then seemingly disappeared.

Thanks to Vancouver-based music historian Sipreano (AKA Kevin Howes) this vibrant body of work has been brought back from cultural extinction. The innovative small label Light in the Atttic—whose catalog includes everything from Brazilian iconoclasts Os Mutantes to the Velvets-meets-Roky apocalyptic sound of Austin’s Black Angels—has released two fascinating anthologies and reissued several crucial solo albums (by Mittoo, McGhie and Noel Ellis) chronicling the best of the Toronto scene. Last year’s mostly soul and funk-centered Jamaica to Toronto anthology, discussed more below, already ranks as one of my favorite music collections released in the Zeroes. Worth the price all by themselves are the tracks by Jo-Jo and the Fugitives—the righteous wanderers’ anthem “Fugitive Song,” and the delicious, McGhie-penned “Chips/ Chicken/ Banana Split,” whose huge break-beat deserves a place on your ultimate chicken dance playlist alongside the Meters’ “Chicken Strut” and Cibo Matto’s “Know Your Chicken.”

[audio:http://stuckbetweenstations.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/01-fugitive-song-1.mp3]
Jo-Jo and the Fugitives, Fugitive Song

[audio:http://stuckbetweenstations.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/03-chips-chicken-banana-split.mp3]
Jo-Jo and the Fugitives, Chips/Chicken/Banana Split

summerrec.jpgThe new Summer Records Anthology, 1974-1988, captures Toronto’s homegrown reggae as it traversed the path that Sipreano describes as “dub to digital,” although only Unique Madoo’s spirited dancehall workout “Call Me Nobody Else” really represents the latter. After a few tracks of Johnny Osbourne’s soulful crooning and house band Earth Roots and Water’s supple rhythms, it becomes easy to forget that Lee Perry’s Black Ark Studio, which operated around the same years, was thousands of miles away. An interesting short film (excerpts below) accompanies the anthology. In it, Summer Records vocalist/ impresario Jerry Brown, Willi Williams, and Jackie Mittoo weave a cosmic, rhythmic and economic thread that connects dub reggae, bicycling and auto body repair. Did you really think those rat-a-tats were just random noises?

Summer Sound in Canada, Part 1

Summer Sound in Canada, Part 2

(Part 3 of the movie is available on YouTube.)

jamaica_cover2.gifThe earlier Jamaica to Toronto anthology is subtitled Soul, Funk and Reggae, 1967 -1974 even though one of its best songs, Noel Ellis’s reverb-heavy hymn to the homeland, “Memories,” wasn’t recorded until 1983. The collection is almost an embarrassment of riches, and while the Jamaican roots of the music here sometimes take repeated listens to grasp, even its lesser material shines. For example, Mac Davis’s early-seventies clinker “I Believe in Music” gets a large infusion of stellar Sam and Dave-like soul crooning—and if you find yourself on Toronto’s Eglinton Street, you can get a haircut at Jimmy Wisdom’s barbershop and ask him about it. And the stronger material can stand proudly with the best that Memphis and Motown offered during the same period. The vocal turn on “If This is Love (I’d Rather Be Lonely)” by Eddie Spencer, formerly of Jamaican ska ensemble the Sheiks, makes me forget about the Precisions’ more familiar version. Decades before anyone knew the word “mashup,” the Cougars matched a smoldering version of the Temptations’ “I Wish it Would Rain” with a rhythm drawn from the Band’s “Up on Cripple Creek.”

wayne-m.jpgThe enigmatic guitarist and vocalist Wayne McGhie provided the Jamaica-to-Toronto legend with its crispest rhythms, as well as its most absorbing side plot. Building upon his work with Jo-Jo and the Fugitives, McGhie in 1970 released an engrossing and barely-heard mélange of funk, soul and reggae grooves, Wayne McGhie and the Sounds of Joy, which will taste like manna for anyone who enjoys the Meters. A fire at a record pressing plant several months after the record’s release destroyed any chance it had for commercial success. But it’s hard to keep a good beat down, and by the nineties, interest among hip-hop musicians such as Q-Tip of A Tribe Called Quest and Buck 65—especially in the self-explanatory instrumental “Dirty Funk”—helped cement the album’s reputation as the “Holy Grail” of Canadian funk and allow collectors to garner more than $600 a copy. Sipreano spent two years trying to track McGhie down before the snowy meeting in 2004 where he agreed to let Light in the Attic bring back the grail. The payoff comes in deep soul grooves, like those on “Fire (She Need Water).”

[audio:http://stuckbetweenstations.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/11-fire-she-need-water.mp3]
Wayne McGhie and the Sounds of Joy, Fire (She Need Water)

mittoo.jpgMy only minor disappointment with the Jamaica-to-Toronto project is that the re-released solo work of Jackie Mittoo, who died of cancer in 1990, only hints at his genius. On the wide-ranging 1971 album Wishbone, it’s clear that he was aiming to produce an “important” record, one whose intricacy could stand next to the lush arrangements of Van Dyke Parks or George Martin (the title track even references the Beatles’ “Carry that Weight”). Sometimes the results are a bit underachieving for a pioneer of Mittoo’s caliber. “Grand Funk” is decent enough, but sounds like it was blessed by Carlos Santana rather than Jah. A few other tracks are so sugary that they come close to the lounge-funk mood associated with seventies porn soundtracks (a product that Light in the Attic puzzlingly also has in its catalog). I suspect that Andre 3000 has every lick of this album memorized, for better and for worse. But I’m only quibbling; there are also moments of real elegance and grace that fuse gospel, soul and reggae into one shimmering concoction.

[audio:http://stuckbetweenstations.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/09-soul-bird-1.mp3]
Jackie Mittoo, Soul Bird

Hearing Mittoo again also inspired me to reach back into his timeless work at Jamaica’s Studio One, where he was not only its “music director’ and keyboard master, but its heart and soul. Studio One, where everyone from Bob Marley to Burning Spear got an early start, emerged out of the Downbeat Sound System that Clement “Coxsone” Dodd set up in the fifties, first to play American R&B records and later, to showcase Jamaican musicians. At least as much as bassist James Jamerson at Motown and fellow organist Booker T. at Stax, Mittoo shaped Studio One records into a signature sound; he did more than just about anyone to move the music from the workaday rhythms of ska and rocksteady to the ethereal rhythms of reggae.

If there’s one Mittoo cut that stands out for me as one for the ages, it is probably the deceptively simple 1967 instrumental “Real Rock,” cut with the Studio One’s house band, called the Soul Vendors or the Sound Dimension. Playing on one of Jamaica’s first Hammond B3 organs, Mittoo set the mood with a spooky riff that gives way to taut, controlled explosions of bass and drum. Since then “Real Rock” has proved to be a viral rhythm with a life of its own. In 1979, Jamaica-to-Toronto transplant Willi Williams recast the “Real Rock” rhythm as a moving dirge to the downtrodden, turning it into the roots reggae standard “Armagideon Time.” Months later, on the B-side of the “London Calling” single, the Clash revised a crucial lyric (“remember to love Jahova/ and he will guide you” became “remember to kick it over/ no one will guide you”), turning the song into a punk anthem. During the eighties, both Williams and Noel Ellis released spaced-out dub versions of the song, dubbing it “Rocking Universally.” In the nineties, Brooklyn-based DJ Dr. Israel reworked the song again as “Armageddon Time,” a drum-and-bass workout that reflected the influence of punks, like Bad Brains, that found equal inspiration in reggae and the Clash.

The remarkable endurance of Mittoo’s simple keyboard riff is the stuff of inspiration: a simple Jamaican song template, born of American and Caribbean soul music, migrated to Canada to become a working class anthem, crossed the Atlantic to inspire British punk, crossed back to North America for more layered sonic exploration, and found its way into the urban dance mixes of the hip-hop generation. You could invent some really complicated, hyphenated description for this phenomenon. But I just like to call it “real rock.”

Sound Dimension – Real Rock

Willi Williams, “Armagideon Time”

The Clash, “Armagideon Time”

About Roger Moore

rocklobster3.JPGRoger Moore is a writer and musical obsessive who plays percussion instruments from around the world with an equal lack of dexterity. An environmental lawyer in his unplugged moments, he has written on subjects ranging from sustainable development practices to human rights and voting rights, as well as many music reviews. A native Chicagoan, Roger lives in Oakland, California with his wife Paula, who shares his Paul Weller fixation, and two young children, Amelia and Matthew, who enjoy dancing in circles to his Serge Gainsbourg records and falling asleep to his John Coltrane records.

Roger Moore’s Musical Timeline

1966. Dropped upside down on patio after oldest sister listened to “She Loves You” on the Beatles’ Saturday cartoon show. Ears have rung with the words “yeah, yeah, yeah” ever since.

1973. Memorized all 932 verses to Don McLean’s “American Pie.”

1975. Unsuccessfully lobbied to have “Louie Louie” named the official song of his grade school class. The teacher altered the lyrics of the winner, the Carpenters’ “I Won’t Last a Day Without You,” so that they referred to Jesus.

1977. After a trip to New Orleans, frequently broke drumheads attempting to mimic the style of the Meters’ Zigaboo Modeliste.

1979. In order to see Muddy Waters perform in Chicago, borrowed the birth certificate of a 27 year-old truck driver named Rocco.

1982. Published first music review, a glowing account of the Jam’s three-encore performance for the Chicago Reader. Reading the original, unedited piece would have taken longer than the concert itself.

1982. Spat on just before seeing the Who on the first of their 23 farewell tours, after giving applause to the previous band, the Clash.

1984. Mom: “This sounds perky. What’s it called?” Roger: “ It’s ‘That’s When I Reach for My Revolver’ by Mission of Burma.”

1985. Wrote first review of an African recording, King Sunny Ade’s Synchro System. A reader induced to buy the album by this review wrote a letter to the editor, noting that “anyone wishing a copy of this record, played only once” should contact him.

1985. At a Replacements show in Boston, helped redirect a bewildered Bob Stinson to the stage, which Bob had temporarily confused with the ladies’ bathroom.

1986. Walked forty blocks through a near-hurricane wearing a garbage bag because the Feelies were playing a show at Washington, D.C.’s 9:30 Club.

1987. Foolishly asked Alex Chilton why he had just performed “Volare.” Answer: “Because I can.”

1988. Moved to Northern California and, at a large outdoor reggae festival, discovered what Bob Marley songs sound like when sung by naked hippies.

1991. Attempted to explain to Flavor-Flav of Public Enemy that the clock hanging from his neck was at least two hours fast.

1992. Under the pseudonym Dr. Smudge, produced and performed for the Underwear of the Gods anthology, recorded live at the North Oakland Rest Home for the Bewildered. Local earplug sales skyrocketed.

1993. Attended first-ever fashion show in Chicago because Liz Phair was the opening act. Declined the complimentary bottles of cologne and moisturizer.

1997. Almost missed appointment with eventual wedding band because Sleater-Kinney performed earlier at Berkeley’s 924 Gilman Street. Recovered hearing days later.

1997. After sharing a romantic evening with Paula listening to Caetano Veloso at San Francisco’s Masonic Auditorium, purchased a Portuguese phrasebook that remains unread.

1998. Learned why you do not yell “Free Bird” at Whiskeytown's Ryan Adams in a crowded theater.

1999. During an intense bout of flu, made guttural noises bearing an uncanny resemblance to the Throat Singers of Tuva.

2000. Compiled a retrospective of music in the nineties as a fellow at the Coolwater Center for Strategic Studies and Barbecue Hut.

2001. Listened as Kahil El’Zabar, in the middle of a harrowing and funny duet show with Billy Bang, lowered his voice and spoke of the need to think of the children, whom he was concerned might grow up “unhip.”

2002. During a performance of Wilco’s “Ashes of American Flags,” barely dodged ashes of Jeff Tweedy’s cigarette.

2002. Arrived at the Alta Bates maternity ward in Berkeley with a world trance anthology specially designed to soothe Paula during Amelia’s birth, filled with Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Ali Akbar Khan, and assorted other Khans. The project proved to be irrelevant to the actual process of labor.

2003. Emceed a memorable memorial concert for our friend Matthew Sperry at San Francisco’s Victoria Theater featuring a lineup of his former collaborators, including improvised music all-stars Orchesperry, Pauline Oliveros, Red Hot Tchotchkes, the cast of Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and Tom Waits.

2003. Failed to persuade Ted Leo to seek the Democratic nomination for President.

2005. Prevented two-year old daughter Amelia from diving off the balcony during a performance of Pierre Dorge’s New Jungle Orchestra at the Copenhagen Jazz Festival.

2006. On a family camping trip in the Sierra Nevadas, experienced the advanced stage of psychosis that comes from listening to the thirtieth rendition of Raffi’s “Bananaphone” on the same road trip.

2 thoughts on “The Great Black North

Comments are closed.