The Spirit returns....
Spirit of the West makes its return to the festival after 6 years with a new look. Geoff Kelly and John Mann are back (although it seems that John has been moonlighting as an actor again) with whole new group. You can read their whole history here.
They have written some incredibly Canadian songs... in fact Far too Canadian is perhaps the best example of their recognision of Canadians tendency to self depricate.
So what is happening with them... Well since they lost their shirts on the 1997 recording Weights and Measures it seems that they haven't had a wholly new album. Hit Parade was just that, and it seems that they are mostly doing solo projects (John and Geoff that is). Its been 19 years since the sounds of Aberdeen graced the EFMF hill. I certainly hope that some of the best Celtic sounds of SOTW will be heard this weekend.
Its hard to pick one song that defines them so I decided to pick from 1991's Go Figure. They were going more mainstream and yet remain with their political roots. Also I think this song is most appropriate commentary for the coming US Election
D For Democracy (Scour the House)
You with the jaundiced eyes, drunk on your own reflection
propped up with desks and flags, 8 chairs short of perfection
lines are drawn here, there and everywhere
none of your own volition
unrecognized you pace your shadow
stripped of all your definition
Scour the house, flip the wig,
Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me
You've been abused and cheated,
shat on your beyond defeated
Those who rise stand in your name
Then treat u roughly once they're seated
Your pen in one, their sword in the other
satisfied the blessing is given
in god they trust only their way one way
afraid of the other isms
Scour the house, flip the wig,
Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me
The grass is always greener
under the western sky
But your Norman Rockwell nation
is being choked by weed and vines
Look here the old grey mare
She ain't what she used to be
Look here the old grey mayor
He's all he's cracked up to be
Scour the house, flip the wig,
Shake the tree, until your whereabouts are known to me