Take five: The Tragically Hip. From left, Gord Sinclair, Gord Downie, Paul Langlois, Rob Baker and Johnny Fay. Photo Richard Beland. Courtesy Universal Music.
It was shaping up to be Canada’s most memorable southward salvo since some British colonials burned down the White House in 1814. March 25, 1995: another episode in another middling season of Saturday Night Live. Though the show that evening was hosted by John Goodman, his buddy Dan Aykroyd had the honour of introducing the musical guests. As a native of Canada, Aykroyd clearly saw this as a golden opportunity to promote the biggest band in his homeland, a quintet of Kingston lads who’d already sold millions north of the border with their sturdy yet enigmatic songs. Surely it was only a matter of time and timing before America caught on.
The Tragically Hip’s choice of song that night was the first indication that the conquest was not to be. Although the brooding, lumbering Grace, Too is in many ways a prototypical Hip song, it can hardly be considered an instant grabber. The song relies on restraint rather than standard rock ’n’ roll catharsis for effect. And as is so often the case, the only real colour is provided by Bobby Baker’s lacerating lead guitar and Gord Downie’s strained yet indefatigable yelp of a voice. Devoted largely to the boasts and promises of a sinister man who’s “fabulously rich,” the lyrics are defiantly cryptic. “The secret rules of engagement are hard to enforce,” Downie wailed before SNL’s cameras, “when the appearance of conflict beats the appearance of force.”
“Wha?” said the masses, who heard a song that was miles from slick alt-rock or burly grunge and promptly turned the channel.
The SNL appearance gave the Tragically Hip only a marginal boost. Day for Night (the album that featured Grace, Too) was released in the States in 1995, but did not crack Billboard’s album charts; Trouble at the Henhouse (1996) made it to No. 134. Two years later, Phantom Power hit No. 142 and became the band’s last album for Atlantic Records. Though still a strong live draw, especially in the northeastern states, the Tragically Hip’s career — summarized in a handy new four-disc set called Hipeponymous — was fated to be a homegrown phenomenon.
Why that should be such a sticking point is hard to figure. Even though the Hip has shifted over six million units and still sells out the country’s biggest arenas, the band’s success is often regarded as incomplete without the validation of American record buyers. Confronted with this quandary in a Toronto Sun interview last year, Downie was frustrated it even remains an issue.
“I could do hours on this subject,” he said. “You know, why not? Why isn’t Canadian film big down there? Is Paul Martin big down there? Margaret Atwood? Who are you comparing us to? The Barenaked Ladies? Our music is entirely different. Nickelback? Avril? Because of the people we are and the music we make, we get the success we deserve.”
![]() Hipeponymous. Courtesy Universal Music. |
That’s not to say the likes of Blow at High Dough do not retain a meat-and-potatoes appeal. The bluesy rock of the band’s self-titled debut (1987) and Up to Here (1989) was music built for drinking and dancing and fighting. (You can’t discount the latter. My older brother Jim used to regale me with tales of scraps that he’d gotten into every time the Tragically Hip played the University of Alberta. It was something of a tradition.) It was with Fully, Completely (1992) and Day for Night (1994), however, that the band’s artistic ambitions became more pronounced. Songs were more likely to roam than burrow into a groove, though they still did an awful lot of that as well, as Grace, Too demonstrates. A patriotic strain became prominent in songs like Wheat Kings, a haunting number inspired by the miscarriage of justice that sent David Milgaard to prison; more than a few songs mentioned dead hockey players. Having made their live rep on extended versions of New Orleans Is Sinking, the band was now fully embracing its country’s mythology.
And despite the earnestness the Tragically Hip displayed in its early days, a dark sense of humour emerged, too. Even though the band was far too popular with the jocks to gain much favour with the cognoscenti, Downie was always too artsy, too flagrantly odd, to ever qualify as king of the hosers. The 1998 single Poets confirmed his egghead allegiances: “Porn speaks to its splintered legions,” he rants, “to the pink amid the withered corn stalks in them winter regions.”
“Wha?!” we replied, though secretly we thought it was pretty effing cool that such a Beat-like spiel could come from the singer in Canada’s biggest band.
By the time of the Saturday Night Live appearance, the band had already reached its high-water mark in terms of domestic sales power— tallies for studio albums would decline from Up to Here’s peak of 1.25 million to Day for Night’s 780,000 to 101,000 for last year’s In Between Evolution. Yet, the band’s ability to fill stadiums in this country has remained miraculously unimpaired. Nor has any other Canadian band replaced them in fans’ affections. With its reheated bozo-rock clichés, Nickelback seems as flagrantly American as Bryan Adams ever did (which is a lot). And despite the star-making prowess of Allan Gregg and Jake Gold, the Hip’s original managers, the duo’s Management Trust company did not accomplish the same trick with the Watchmen or Big Wreck.
Major-label Can-rock bands were not the ones the Tragically Hip tended to support, anyway. For opening acts, they preferred indie hopefuls like Change of Heart, the Rheostatics and the Joel Plaskett Emergency. If the Tragically Hip has any true stylistic heir among younger acts, it’s another recent tour mate, Winnipeg folk-punkers the Weakerthans. Both bands are fronted by sensitive-minded wordsmiths whose flights of fancy are sometimes compromised by the music’s more plebeian nature. And both find more reasons to celebrate their country’s heritage than to ignore it. (Not that the Weakerthans could be described as civic boosters; their song One Great City has turned the phrase “I hate Winnipeg!” into a rallying cry.)
Given that the Hip’s achievements tend to be regarded as more admirable than interesting, Hipeponymous provides a surprisingly colourful view of the band’s history. Because the accompanying booklet is largely devoted to a collage of old gig posters, weird illustrations and hastily scrawled notes, the set obfuscates as much as it clarifies.
![]() Having a ball: The Hip's Gord Downie performs during the half-time show at the 2004 Grey Cup football final in Ottawa. CP photo/Jonathan Hayward. |
“So there’s no simple explanation for anything important any of us do,” Downie sings, his breath frosty but his convictions clear. “And yeah, the human tragedy consists in the necessity of living with the consequences.” Undaunted by the song’s fatalistic air, the football fans and the cheerleaders greeted Courage as if it were the national anthem. And maybe it is.
Jason Anderson is a Toronto writer.
Shades of grey: The Hip. Photo Richard Beland. Courtesy Universal Music.
True Patriot Love
The five most Canadian Hip songs ever
Fifty Mission Cap
This dearly loved Fully,
Completely rocker
makes much of two world-historical
events in 1962: the Maple Leafs’
Stanley Cup victory and the discovery
of the remains of the Leaf defenceman
who scored the winning goal in
the ’51 playoffs. The plane carrying
Bill Barilko and his pilot friend
Henry Hudson disappeared en route
to a fishing trip on Seal River.
The mystery fuelled an array
of wild rumours, including the
story that the Russian-born defenceman
had defected to the Soviet Union.
The truth is, the
plane went down in the woods
near Cochrane, Ont. The fact
that most of this data was gleaned
off the back of a hockey card
could not be more Canuck.
Three Pistols
This Road Apples track
opens with Tom Thomson paddling
past. “Bring on a brand new Renaissance,”
he says, apparently unworried about
the shakiness of his hands or the
depth of the water. Alas, the Hip’s
Group of Seven cred was trumped
when the Rheostatics did a whole
album about them.
Bobcaygeon
This elegiac hit from Phantom
Power praises the constellations
seen above the eponymous Ontario
town, prompting questions about
whether Kapuskasing and Nipigon
will ever get their due. The
song also includes a nostalgic
reverie about a Toronto concert
by the Men They Couldn’t Hang,
’80s protest-rockers who were
not actually Canadian but were
earnest enough to pass as such.
True, the only geographic signifier in this portrait of drudgery is the River Ganges, which runs nowhere near Flin Flon. But the title is borrowed from the slogan for EZ Rock, a Toronto FM radio station that promises “soft rock with less talk.” The video was directed by Bruce McCulloch, who shoots it as if it were one of the Kids in the Hall’s acute satires of office life.
Fireworks (a.k.a. the
other big Hip song about hockey)
Here, Downie sings of “the goal that
everyone remembers”: Paul Henderson’s
series-winner in the ’72 Summit Series.
When Downie’s female companion says
she “didn’t give a f--- about hockey,”
he begins to wonder what else there
is to life.
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