MOTHER MOTHER
#Listening w/ #Watchdog Manager, Darren Gilmore. #LPV @jeremypage_ #MiracleBandRepair (at Noble Street Studios)

#Listening w/ #Watchdog Manager, Darren Gilmore. #LPV @jeremypage_ #MiracleBandRepair (at Noble Street Studios)

Our main man, Andy Hodgson brought his family by the stüdio taday. His daughter, Siggy says she ain’t cute! What says you? #LPV DAYxvi @jeremypage_ (at Noble Street Studios)

Our main man, Andy Hodgson brought his family by the stüdio taday. His daughter, Siggy says she ain’t cute! What says you? #LPV DAYxvi @jeremypage_ (at Noble Street Studios)

Many thanks to über chef Tyler Shedden for a magnificent meal at CAFÉ BOULUD! #LPV DAYxv @jeremypage_  (at Four Seasons Hotel Toronto)

Many thanks to über chef Tyler Shedden for a magnificent meal at CAFÉ BOULUD! #LPV DAYxv @jeremypage_ (at Four Seasons Hotel Toronto)

Ran into our dear ‘ol pal, ‘Jenny J’ Hirst today. She be responsible for landing us our first (4) record deal back in 2007. Mwah! #LPV DAYxiv @jeremypage_  (at Noble Street Studios)

Ran into our dear ‘ol pal, ‘Jenny J’ Hirst today. She be responsible for landing us our first (4) record deal back in 2007. Mwah! #LPV DAYxiv @jeremypage_ (at Noble Street Studios)

#LPV Update Day 12 - Man Child Weep

1 and 1 and 1
Are one twelve too !
Could go on like dis foreva


Ah it is a nice day today ain’t it.
Considering the magnitude
Of swirling madness on dis fukker
Planet
I is a lucky porcine
1st wurlder callin the
Orchestration of abstract vibrations -
Which plunk down from da ether
All supple n pliable - a vocation
& ta boot can blather onnabout it
In this infinite cyber realm of
Factoids abundant / pro bono
Not to mention there might be
1 and 1 er 2
Molecular entities
Who reciprocate 1 and 1 shitz
… It’s enuf to make a man child weep
Cuz da pain is relative
And tho da gift horse may rain
Horse shoes
They still just fallin from the sky
And happiness starts
Anywhere but
Rather,
Bout 7mm below da belly button
And 3 inches back
Right where da omnipotent calm
In da valley of consciousness
Sleeps like a baby
But little tykes can die of negligence
And so do our chances
So let the gift horse
Bound away free
In full gallop  
Cuz a nag is alotta work
And it’s plain hard hard hard
To keep yer own shit straight
Even fer the lucky
One(s)

LPV Update Day 11

One and one and one

And one and one and

One and one and one

And one and one and

One

Are one

Eleven



We count

In straight lines

To our death

May the after life

Be a place

Where the numbers

Are denied

And smoking is ok



As we drive to the studio

Jeremy acknowledges

The ‘windy grimaces’

On each and every

One

Of them



We are all one

And one

Is one

Eleven



XORG

#LPV Day 9 - Hopscotch

Yesterday was a little anemic &

Existential debates in the lounge

Only further dammed

The blood flow

To the soul

But in these instances

It seems

You can either go insane

In the grip of gargantuan concepts

Or go back to the thing

It is you’re doing

So

As we returned to the order

Of the art

And sat quietly

While major and minor 10ths

Played hopscotch

In a sonic playground

Of analog delay

I felt much closer

To any semblance of answers

Than all the perfect words

Could ever afford

XORG

#LPV Update - “Unicorns”

A’ight back on da blog

Funny how things can change

After wrecking my voice

Fer performance value

On an album track

Narrated by the ego self

Disillusioned with

Its counterpart

The silent witness

We celebrated week one

At a unicorn rave

You might also call it:

Sacrilege Of A Mystical Creature

It’s all kind of poetic / ironic / ionic



Sunday, the day of rest

Was just that



And now, driving into

This borrowed city of ours

An air of calmness

Yet no-time-to-waste-ness

Is palpable

Cuz ya know

A great start

Is a breeding ground

For false confidence

Like new love

Promising

Eternal union



But it really is going great

Can’t wait to let the little birds

Fly away



We’re here

Back to work

XORG

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Mother Mother #LPV Day 5 - “Guitars”

On the subway
Guitars today
The rest of the gang
Are comin later
Via mini van

Rackmoninoff études
Suit the sullen humanity
Of this train just fine
A standing man reads a novel
While listening to music
And negotiating gravity
He’s good at it
I have a pole
Yet still I am a hazard

To my credit
And discredit
I am thumbing like an idiot
On my device
If only they knew
I were documenting
Something of great importance
To me

Or is it
Public transit can really
Suck the meaning
Out of most everything
Ack! my stop next

I might have to thumb
Like an idiot
While wandering
These streets

On a bus now
It is grim here too
My favourites are
3 slouching childre
Picking at untoasted bagels

Maybe I should spout about
#LPV
Instead of malnourished
City kids
Ack! My stop

In a cafe now
Poached eggs
Avocado
Tomato
Salad
Green tea
OJ
Booooring

I’m on a health kick
For this recording
I’m questioning it
There’s something about
The sugar
The fat
The shitty dirty lovelies
Of all variety
That’s good for the song
And the singing voice

I sometimes think sobriety
Is the worst drug of them all
The drug of fear and inhibition
Oh but c’mon now
I don’t really believe that

My food is here
It’s pretty.
Red, white
And various greens
Like a painting
In a dank motel suite

I wish I could buy breakfast
For my young friends on the bus
Their route
Might just be
A long one

Ok what am I talking about
The good in bad
The bad in good


Brings to mind
Some lyrics
I’ve been toiling over
The message is a positive one
And I like that about it
But the line between
Solicitous moral fibre
And a good feeling
Simple and raw
Is very thin

So naturally
The wormy little mouthpiece
Asshole cynic
Shoulder chipped
Bitch

Crawls into the apple of Eden
Which I thread
On a donkey string
And dangle
For the punters
Altogether losing
Sight of
Global unity

… Ok I lost my train here …

It’s guitars today
So I’ll let it rest
Guitars don’t need words
To say it all

XORG

Mother Mother #LPV Day 4 - “Right Now”

The words aren’t here
Right now
And besides
There’s a lot of noise in the world
Right now
Too much to make some half baked
Contribution
Right here
Right now

So …
Seeing as it was
Jack Kerouac’s birthday
Yesterday
- that bruising beatnik brute!
I’ll leave with one of his
Little pearls:

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple”.

XORG

Off to a frothy start.
#LPV DAYiv (at Noble Street Studios)

#LPV NIGHTiii (at Noble Street Studios)

#LPV NIGHTiii (at Noble Street Studios)

Day 3 Into #LPV

It’s shnaying like cray today
Seems our little fit of spring
Has flinched back
From the lashing
Of winter’s last straw

And against yesterday’s
Grand proclamation
I’m talking ‘bout the weather again
Which is ok
For what is freedom
If not the license to contradict
Oneself
And promptly at that

I mean, the moment is the moment
It’s beholden of its own truth
Why the big celebration
For keeping one’s word
For keeping promises?
Against the better judgement
Of the new truth
In the new
Moment

This of course is highly
Black and white
And opens up a can of grey worms

But you have to admit
It’s a beautiful scene
The spray of shards
Erupting from
The glass pane of past truths

In a rubble pile
On the lying floor
Whilst the honest sun
Shines through
Refracting the light
Of authenticity

So again
The moment is the moment
Beholden of its own truth

And I adopt this mentality
With a purpose pertinent
To #LPV

Cuz today
When some new born sonic miracle
Renders the arms
Flapping with glee
The breath
Gasping in awe

I will be ready
For tomorrow
To bear witness
Its trial
Charged with fraud
Guilty as such
Sentenced to
Eternal
Muteness

Cuz that happens a lot
When ya make a record

Stay not precious, folks
We’re here!
Day 3

XORG

Day 2 “Angel Cards”

Day 2



"Angel Cards"



We seemed to have brought

The temperate West Coast with us

Now let’s not talk about

The weather again

… ( but it’s no myth, weather changes mood )



Day 1 of production

Proved productive

Gavin and his entourage

Are more efficient than an ant colony

The bones of these songs

Are quickly becoming entombed

With sinews and fatty tissues

Baby teeth and personality



So all is copacetic there.



I drew an angel card today

At the Moksha studio

Just down from our digs

On the Danforth

Angel cards are fun

Card stock, the size of a fortune

In a fortune cookie

30 or so

With virtuous words

Scrawled on each



"Patience"

"Enthusiasm"

"Surrender"



Etc…



They rest in a bowl

U draw one daily

And let the good message

Intone upon your passage



Mine was blank

There’s a couple in the deck

Like in scrabble



I find this symbolic

In the business of making

Mother Mother’s

5th LP



Ah shit times up

We be here

Hello studio



All good

I’m sure you get the point



XORG

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En route to Noble St. Studios

Day 1 - LPV

We’re staying more than a

Herculean stones throw

From the site of production

So plenty of time to fondle

Our devices during the commute

I figure I’ll write miniature epistles

About the ongoings

During these times

(Somehow during the downfall

Of our lexicon

BLOG became a thing)

Anyhoo

Morning is a good time for reflection

The retrospective lens isn’t yet

Fogged up by the hot breath

Of reality

Distorted by

Action

Upon action upon action

So much action in a day

The truth is bound

To get all bunged up

If there’s anything to pray for

It’s the innocence of the morning

The truth of the dawn

For we all know

It doesn’t stand a chance

Against afternoon’s strong pride

And the the neuroticism

Of the nocturne

Ah we’ve arrived

Here we go!

Tmrw should prove more anecdotal

Cheerz

RG