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Stewart MacDougall & Colin Lay Recorded,
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Mansel´s plays include Collateral Damage (Blizzard Publishing) as well as Colonial Tongues,The Heart As It Lived and Downsizing Democracy (Playwrights Canada Press), Rock ´n Rail: Ghost Trains and Spitting Slag (Thistledown Press) and Street Wheat (Coteau Books). He was born in the bush and lives on the prairie. |
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Ghost Trains - All of the Songs and Some of the Story Stewart MacDougall Troubleclef 2003 Review by Stan Twist For fans of quality western folk and country music in Canada, Stewart MacDougall needs little introduction. His time spent with Laura Vinson's Red Wyng, Ian Tyson's Chinook Arch Riders, k.d. lang's reclines and the Great Western Orchestra speaks well of his musical career in Edmonton since moving there over 20 years ago. In addition, MacDougall's songwriter prowess is well documented, not least in the cover versions recorded by Randy Travis, Ian Tyson and k.d.lang. Since the demise of the much lamented Great Western Orchestra, MacDougall has performed and recorded as a solo act, to much critical acclaim. Two previous albums, "Gathering Time" and "Heresay", revealed Stewart to be a compelling frontman with a rich, warm baritone, as well as showing his continued growth as a world class songwriter. MacDougall's latest project, "Ghost Trains", is a little different than his previous two solo albums. While he's collaborated with other songwriters before on individual songs (with the likes of Billy Cowsill, Mike Shellard and Ian Tyson), this album finds him penning the entire affair with author / playwright Mansel Robinson. The project is based on a play written by Robinson and first performed as a poem for voice and guitar on CBC radio back in 1997. It was later staged as a play including songs co-written with MacDougall at the Fringe Festivals in Winnipeg, Saskatoon and Edmonton in 2001, as well as airing as a radio play on CBC radio that same year. MacDougall then conceived a version which would feature the song cycle punctuated with spoken word sequences from the play and submitted the idea to the Canada Council for the Arts. Quicker than you can say "loose Liberal government purse strings", the money was granted and the project recorded in late fall of last year (2002). The original play is set against the backdrop of 100 years of Canadian railroad history and involves an outlaw son and a dying father, both intrinsically tied to the railroad. Now, if the idea of an entire story about trains evokes the specter of a bunch of overweight, balding men gathered in the town's only model shop on a Thursday night talking about Lionel's latest replica of the "Old 97" that used to shunt between Hog's Hollow and Shakeytown, you can be forgiven. Train buffs are the Star Wars nerds of a previous generation and have somewhat tarnished railroad aficionados' image over the years. In a musical sense, however, railroads are a key element in country and folk songwriting, lest we forget that the father of modern country music was Jimmie Rodgers, "The Singing Brakeman". The album is structured so that a spoken word sequence (all narrated beautifully by MacDougall) leads into a song. While this artistic conceit looks good on paper (and no doubt was a selling point with the Canada Council), in reality, it works for about one listen. But, that's why God created programmable CD players. What you're left with is an excellent 8 song album by Stewart MacDougall, in some ways his most consistent to date, if only because the narrative structure forces the lyrics to stick to one subject. This might sound like a bad thing at first, but the story is so compelling and evocative that you quickly get caught up in the imagery and drama. Like his two previous collaborations with producer Colin Lay, this one is sparse in instrumental accompaniment, with most of the focus being on MacDougall’s always-dazzling piano and smooth, clear voice. The album kicks off with a train inspired drum rhythm that sounds like it was lifted whole off of one of Johnny Cash' s early Sun Records singles and MacDougall and Robinson set the scene with "Track Speed", one of the strongest cuts on the album. Overdubbing allows MacDougall to harmonize with himself on a triple tracked lead vocal that might be about trains, might be about life. "Last of the Outlaws" could have easily sat on one of those mid-seventies Waylon 'n' Willie outlaw country albums, not just because of the lyrical concerns, but because of the lilting West Texas waltz that moves the song along. It talks about trains and outlaws, and it only misses being the perfect country song because it doesn't mention Mama. "Dark Territory", on the surface, is about trains, but a closer listening reveals a song about death and loss, one of the best meshings of words and music on the album. My favorite song on the disc is "Angel of the Mainline", a railroader 's ode to a mythical "Queen of the cupola blues" who may be a harlot with a heart of gold or a dying man's first glimpse of heaven. This is one of the few songs on the album to use organ, an instrumental element that I've always enjoyed in MacDougall's past work. The album ends much the same way it began, with a train rhythm shuffle and triple tracked vocal singing about "Ghost Trains". A lament about a dying way of life (and a dying man), with it's "blood burning dirty as coal". I should also point out how well the CD package is put together. First class all the way, with a full lyric booklet and some beautiful photos by Tim Lee. Even taken out of context, these songs work very well on their
own and
make up another superb chapter in Stewart MacDougall's already
impressive
body of work. Stan Twist currently resides in Seattle, Washington and despite a career working in radio, video production, drugstore management and other unsavory trades, his true passion has always been music. A fanatical collector of rock, blues and country, he has a zealot's desire to turn the world on to great music, something he first indulged in by writing weekly reviews for The Daily Gleaner and the Brunswickan in his hometown of Fredericton, New Brunswick. By the mid-80s, his critical output was limited to the occasional quote or article in legendary East Coast music mags like Trouser Press and 99th Floor. In recent years, he’s been content to write reviews for the hundreds of "mix discs" he sends unsolicited to his many music loving friends. He was recently coaxed out of "retirement" by his old friend Stewart MacDougall to write a review for his wonderful "Ghost Trains" CD.
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16 Weekend |
The Edmonton Sun,
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Track
Speed
There'll be no
forty below Walk him to the
station A good man on the
throttle There'll be no
forty below Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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Last
of the Outlaws
He's the last of
the outlaws He's the last of
the outlaws He's the last of
the outlaws He's the last of
the outlaws Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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Dark
Territory
A black night on
the mainline
no stars or Northern Lights Into Dark
Territory My father is a
brakeman awash
on the mainline Into Dark
Territory In too dark
territory Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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Say
Good-bye (To Diesel and Steam)
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
It's a ghost of a
train that's
still rolling Say goodbye
It's a ghost of a
train that's
still rolling Say goodbye
Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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97 Cars
Ninety-seven cars
rock my
dreams Ninety-seven cars
Ninety-seven
cars Ninety-seven cars
rock my
dreams Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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Angel Of The Mainline I got a ten
dollar room at
the railroad hotel Angel of the
mainline On a siding east
of Bisco
I'm sweating it out Angel of the
mainline Angel of the
mainline Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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I Just Like Trains My grampa was a
fireman You might say I'm
a bad man Until you've
shovelled coal Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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Ghost Trains Steel wheels
singing You know that
track You've run that
line Steel wheels
singing Lyric by Mansel Robinson & Stewart MacDougall
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My
Father Is A Brakeman
My father is a
brakeman awash
on the mainline The
Canadian like a
pocket liner steams over this horizon. At five and ten I
dream this
dream: Mansel Robinson
It wasn't money
drove my
Uncle Sammy to the rails But wasn't money
sent Sammy
to the road at sixteen years. So Sammy joins up
next month Mansel Robinson
There's still a place on the mainline called dark territory. Like the old maps that used to say, here be dragons to indicate mystery: unexplored oceans, the dark heart of Africa, the New World, here be dragons, dark territory. It's a place not governed by the new technology, central traffic control, computer chips, fail-safe signals. The rules that govern this section are a hundred years old. Which doesn't make them necessarily wrong, it's just that the crew never knows if the train coming at them is following those same ancient rules. You never know until it's too late, you never know until the head-on bump at a combined speed of 120 miles an hour. So you run your train by your wits, your gut, your memory - and your faith. Mansel Robinson
We go into this
pawn shop,
my father and me, when I was a kid. Been there before. Just a
pawnshop.
But today, today behind the counter sits John A. MacDonald
himself,
pouch-eyed, whisky breath. He nods toward a shelf of tools, bucksaws
and
augers, grinding discs and vise grips, a wire brush. Then I see the
reason
for the nod. I see the Last Spike has been pawned. You know the
spike
I mean, "Stand Fast Craigellachie", the last stitch in the twin silver
ribbons, the last inches anchored in the sea to shining sea. Did it
glitter? Mansel Robinson
I only ever
robbed one train. Mansel Robinson
An east-bound
freight drinks
at the fuel stand Mansel Robinson
A lazy son, a
deadbeat, is
the worst thing you can be in a family like ours. Mansel Robinson
On the edge of
his chair
on the outskirts of the night The telephone
rings on the
outskirts of the night The telephone
rings on the
outskirts of the night The telephone
wakes us at
the edge of our dreams Thirty miles out
from the
edge of the end In the heart of
the heart
of the bush now steel biting into
steel I'm sixteen and
wild I'm twelve years
tall rollin
west from Montreal I'm six years old
nose flat
to the glass you're rollin
Mansel Robinson
I only ever
robbed one train. Mansel Robinson
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