FIRE ON ANARCHIST MOUNTAIN:
11 new recordings from OUTER RIM RECORDS in Quesnel BC
ABOUT THIS ANARCHIST MOUNTAIN ALBUM:
There's a place called Anarchist Mountain, it rises some 1244 metres above the now changing levels of the sea east of Osoyoos BC. In the dry summer of 2003 a cigarette butt was thrown from the window of a car on the Crowsnest Highway. Soon after the desert skyline above the arid Okanagan was blazing for many amazing days. 2003 was after all the summer of fire.
It was also the summer of the Victory Square Homeless Squat in Vancouver and I remember that as Anarchist Mountain burned so did my most radical passions. Soon after I wrote a song called FIRE ON ANARCHIST MOUNTAIN for my Radical Folk of the Great North Album. This Anarchist Mountain album is much like that Radical Folk record.
These are some of the true, or at least mostly accurate, stories of the frozen freaks of the great wide north & the crazy occurances that only real residences of a remote world would recognize. This album is for them.
It's for the psychadelic redneck hippies of central BC who sometimes cut trees & do what it takes to east and feed and smoke weed for free. It's for the bluegrass banjo pickers I met from Prince George to Lloydminster, from Belleville to Battleford to the north and the east coast and finally back to Prince George.
It's for the punx & partied drunks, gunnin hunters & collecters & gatherers & retired rebels hiding in remote homes, who don't use phones & don't fucking care anymore about the wars and box stores & endless bores. It's for the crazy whisky cowboys and wild country kids in howling prairie hotels in small towns all around who still love the old country sound.
It's for the mountain madmen & west coast women who do a lot of sinnin in all directions. I really do love Newfoundland, they all know how to get out of hand. There's millions of real people between them and Anarchist Mountain, I've seen them all with my touring band.
Take a trip through the best of it, it's all open road from west coast to east coast. Moving along it was the only sense of home I have known since I left central Ontario years and years ago...