Where I Started: Wide Mouth Mason

I remember the first moments of being aware of the Canadian rock band, Wide Mouth Mason. Back in the day when music channels actually played music videos and did music interviews (as opposed to the plethora of reality shows and dated March view typically airing on a music television channel near you), I recall a MuchMusic VJ doing a brief interview with the band before throwing to Wide Mouth Mason’s music video for the song “Midnight Rain”. That video struck a chord, but it wasn’t until an acquaintance started raving about Wide Mouth Mason, deeming the band amongst their favourites that my knowledge of the band got a bit deeper. 

Although I regretfully couldn’t enjoy much of early Wide Mouth Mason performances live, my Wide Mouth Mason CD collection grew. I’ve enjoyed the musical permutations of the band Wide Mouth Mason proper, as well as the musical tangents members of Wide Mouth Mason became involved in as time passed. I mourned the departure of original bassist and co-founder Earl Pereira, yet also rejoiced in the bassists that helped Wide Mouth Mason maintain its live performance grit. When Gordie Johnson (Big Sugar frontman and past Wide Mouth Mason producer) opted to join Wide Mouth Mason as its permanent bassist, my favourite band ever became even better! To this day, being the completist collector I am, I have every single recording ever done by Wide Mouth Mason. And I love that their music always remains amazing to me, never boring. 


First Times…

Other than the children’s albums by Anne Murray and Raffi that my parents bought as LPs and the complimentary 45 single I got on a visit to Disneyland and played on my Fisher-Price record player, much of the music I introduced myself to came from the library. I remember flipping through records in bins, pulling any album cover or track listing that seemed interesting and then bringing it home for an initial spin on the same childhood record player that 45 spin on. Atlantic Start. The Northern Pikes. The Shuffle Demons. Rob Bass. Glenn Medeiros. My ears opened up a lot in those years all for the price of a library card.


One of the things I want to remember as I get older is the music that captures my mind, be it the records and cassette tapes of a younger self to the digital tunes and the search for tangible forms of great music I want to keep in something more than an upgraded hard drive/smartphone. I’m unabashedly an admirer and consumer of all that is aurally pleasing to me. In my own world, from the spaces in life that I choose to fill with music, there are only two types. Good music. And the rest that will never really be beats that I want to belong to me.