A. M. Lemire's HIMS
  • A. M. Lemire's HIMS
  • HIMS
    • MitchMatic
    • J. Eygenraam
    • Russell Broom
    • Eamon McGrath
    • "Tuckler"
    • Jason Kodie
    • Scott Cook
    • Gray Ford
    • Bobby
    • Joël Lavoie
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JASON KODIE

1st meeting:

Jason has an incredibly open and generous nature. He was extremely open to the whole process, fearless about the whole mad-scientist aspect of my proposal, and the only one of the 5 singer-song writers I’ve met so far to be willing to meet all the challenges.

I’d heard him play Laredo at Accent Lounge about 2 years ago, and it was a song that I immediately latched on to. Jason got a glint of excitement in his eye when he proposed I learn “Whipped” (or his preferred title: Pussy Whipped) because of the fun it would be for him to hear a woman sing it.

We also went through some lyrics I had previously written (some half baked, some finished) and I offered him “J’étouffais” so that he could go off and compose something for it on his own. It’s a little nerve wracking since I have a certain emotional attachment to this one since it is a break-up song and I would be inclined to make it into a ballade, but the idea here is for me to get out of my comfort zone and take some risks. When Kodie mentioned that the lyrics had a circus quality…I knew this was exactly in keeping with the spirit of this project.

We also decided to use “I Knew the Bar Tender/Anything I Wanteds” as a co-write because of the subject matter. It got Jason’s imagination going when he started thinking about the bar tender’s reactions and how this could become a duet. The process for this particular song will be to go back and forth with the lyrics and then jam out the music when the story is finished.

Follow up:

Only a few days after our first meeting, Jason has already started writing something with this project in mind... The bad news is that I have to wait for him to return from Cuba to see it!

Second Meeting:

Alright, time goes by WAY too quickly. By the time our schedules finally coincided again it had been several months. We tackled some lyrics I had written about the aftermath of closing down a bar and Jason decided he would write from the bar tender's perspective. So that's in the works. I also showed him a new set of lyrics I had written and he decided to take a stab at putting it to music. I wanted something dark and heavy on the dirty-gritty-Tom-Waits side of things. With this project though, you never know what you're going to get. Here's his first (rough) stab at it. It came out a lot lighter and almost circus-like than I expected. I forgot to ask him if he's ever been in a car accident... Then again, maybe the light approach makes it more gruesome?

Lyrics:

A deer, a fox and a Porcupine
She screams « they’re all mine
I’m famished, I’m famished
Je mangerai à ma faim
I’ve got a hunger that’s hard to satisfy
But I’m certainly going to try»

Black with tar
Plays tricks on the eye
Solid water stretching into sky
Straight lines and curves
Make slaves of us all
In a dazed trance we follow
If only at a half paced crawl

A deer, a fox and a Porcupine
She screams « they’re all mine
I’m famished, I’m famished
Je mangerai à ma faim
I’ve got a hunger that’s hard to satisfy
But I’m certainly going to try»

And when the dare devils floor it
It’s adrenaline hour
The gravel flies, the dust, and the grit
A game of chicken where she’ll never quit

A torso, a leg, and an eye that was fine
She screams « they’re all mine
I’m famished, I’m famished
Je mangerai à ma faim
I’ve got a hunger that’s hard to satisfy
But I’m certainly going to try»
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Newest version of the post-bar song (Jason's lyrics to come):

Feeling vulnerable
I knew the bartender you see
Way past last call I was still drinking
Tasty anything I wanteds
Were on him, for me

Scotch scorching a path through my veins
All reserve,
Half-assed New Years resolutions
Go up in flames
It's hard to take a step back and go slow
When everything's raring to go

I've got a run in my stockings
My mind is a mess
Dizzy with fast talk
And smooth moves

I feel foolish
Barefoot in your kitchen
Chipped nail polish
And one of those booze flavoured smiles on my lips
Perched on the counter
Smiling down at you
Legs screaming to be wrapped round your waist
(waist...wasted...)

Will morning be forgiving
Suppose that depends
How far past the line we're daring tonight

Immediate gratification
Versus morning after mortification
Things feel crazy
My inhibitions drowsy
Embarrassingly mumbling
"I want you inside me"

I get tipsy on the crook of your arm
Drunk on the nape of your neck
(And I can't quite remember why I should leave)
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