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Modabo

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Great harmonies, thoughtful lyrics, memorable melodies and excellent musicianship a la Crosby, Stills and Nash. 1994 East Coast Music Award "Album of the Year" contender. One of the best folk albums you haven't heard! Produced by Garnet Rogers.
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8. Stop
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9. Brand New Start
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
MODABO

Darrell Grant - Acoustic guitars, vocals
Jon Weaver - Acoustic guitar, vocals, flute, Hammond organ, percussion
Michael Doyle - Vocals


Modabo's first album, Modabo (1994) established the New Brunswick group as one of the premier folk/rock bands in Canada, rooted more in the tradition of Crosby, Stills and Nash rather than East Coast Celtic. With superb vocal harmony and equally superb playing, Modabo is upbeat, irreverent, humourous and engaging. The band, consisting of Darell Grant, Jon Weaver, and Michael Doyle, have one of the freshest, acoustic-based sounds playing the folk circuit. Modabo produced by Garnet Rogers, contains one excellent listening track after another (taken from Northern Journey Online).

This cd was nominated for the 1995 East Coast Music Award, "Album of the Year." That year was the Modabo's breakout year: they were also nominated for the ECMA "Group of the Year." Very notable is that all the fiddle/violin work on the album (3 songs) was done by the incredible Oliver Schroer. Oliver would go on to help Modabo on several fronts for the making of their second (and last) album, "The Many And The One." All songs were written by Darrell Grant.

Fully suiting the thoughtful mood of the cd is the excellent album design of an ancient Tree of Life. The cover is Troy Cole's interpretation of an 18th century Turkish woodblock engraving known as The Sorrow Tree. The original image caught Grant's attention some years ago (he found it in a Carl Jung book), and began to think more about it. The tunes on this album have been written with The Sorrow Tree always somewhere in mind.

MODABO was proudly based out of Fredericton, NB, and had a blast playing all over Canada from about mid 1992 to December 1999. A little Modab'll do ya!!


MODABO: LYRICS

1. Sargasso
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

I dreamt you found me lying there,
In the shadow of an evergreen tree.
The hour was twilight
And through the shadows long,
You led me home and took me in,
And I grew strong.

And in the morning, yes, in the light,
We left that island for an open sea.
But the great Sargasso
Once teeming bright, was now
An ocean full of misery and pain,
When our ship went down.

And in my dream,
We never were found;
The sea made the Tantalus sound
Of waves at our necks,
Lapping around lips
Never wet...

I dreamt you found me lying there,
In the shadow of an evergreen tree.
The hour was twilight
And through the shadows long,
You led me home and took me in,
And I grew strong,
Yes, I grew strong.


2. High Time
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

The conversation plays
Again and again.
She said, “I’ve come
To feel the same.
Love’s spun her magic
With a golden thread
That’s impossible to break,

And it’s high time you realized
That I feel this way.
High time, high time, high time
It’s a bright new day.”

Well, my heart went soaring
Like a dove into the night
With message homeward bound;
Ever onward to that morning light
Where the children gather ‘round.

It’s high time you realized
That I feel this way.
High time, high time, high time
It’s a bright new day.”

I’ve waited for all my life
For a woman like you,
Yes, I’ve waited for all my life
And now my wait is through.

The conversation plays
Again and again,
She said, “I’ve come to
Feel the same.
Love’s spun her magic
With a golden thread
That’s impossible to break.”

It’s high time you realized
That I feel this way.
High time, high time, high time
It’s a bright new day.”


3. If It’s Not Broken
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

Sunday morning, the rise and shine,
You turn towards me, your eye meets mine.
We make our lovin’, put away our woes
Out on the doorstep,
Say which way the wind is gonna blow...

A happy run-in with some good friends of ours,
We lower an anchor and while away the hours.
Then under the moonlight, the Venus star,
I serenade you with a song from my guitar,

If it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
When your ship comes in, don’t miss it.
To go sailing on the sea of love
You’ve been waiting for,
I can’t think of anything more,
If it’s not broken don’t fix it, my love.

We’ll manage doldrums and though
The currents strong
Might take us places where our hearts
May not belong,
You are the compass at the captain’s wheel,
You’re the hand that takes us when the wind
Is in the sail.

If it’s not broken, don’t fix it.
When your ship comes in, don’t miss it.
To go sailing on the sea of love
You’ve been waiting for,
I can’t think of anything more,
If it’s not broken don’t fix it, my love.


4. Hold Tight
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

"It’s not enough for me to know
That you’re feeling down.
Let your emotion overflow,
Let your tears fall to the ground.

Could it be that you’re worrying too much?
Honey, I do that myself all the time.
So on this bracelet I’ve engraved
Words for just one more night:

“Hold tight,” don’t let go,
Put your hand in mine.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Put your hand in mine.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained,
I know you know it’s true;
But half the world’s not a price to pay
If it stands between me and you.
Could it be that you’re worrying too much?
Honey, I do that myself all the time.

“Hold tight,” don’t let go,
Put your hand in mine.
Hold tight, hold tight, hold tight.
Put your hand in mine."


5. On A Bus Growing Crowded
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

Oh, here she comes again.
If I only had the courage
I’d find something I could say,
But I’m as clumsy as a schoolboy
And I look the other way.

Once, well, it was like a dream...
On a bus growing crowded
She chose to sit with me.
I can picture it so clearly,
Would she remember me?

Maybe tomorrow,
Depending on the weather,
I might
Offer her shelter
Under my umbrella.
She might smile and then, agree.
And who knows, it could go better
Than expected,
She might like my company.

6. Time To Go (instrumental)
(Music by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994)

7. Travellin'
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

The crown of sorrow was upon my head.
She said she’d take me
To the promised land,
But she took another boy instead.
I was lonely, yes, and I was blue.
Night after night was a sleepless night,
My heart left alone in ruin.

Oh, I’ve gotta get out on the road,
Oh, it doesn’t matter where I’m going.
I must be travellin',
I must be travellin’ on.

The more I wander, the more I see
The eye altering, alters all.

Oh, I’ve gotta get out on the road,
Oh, it doesn’t matter where I’m going.
I must be travellin',
I must be travellin’ on.

The crown of sorrow was upon my head.
She said she’d take me to the promised land,
But I found my own way instead.


8. Stop
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

For so long, I lived in sorrow,
I felt the weight of a world
On my back,
With no higher hope
Someone might follow me down
Just to pick me up.

And then You come along,
Just like wind over water,
And led my spirit to an ancient fire.
You said, “Celebrate, a world full
Of wonder abounds in each new day.

Stop, and smell the roses.
Stop, and take a good look around.
Don’t hesitate, a world full of wonder
Abounds in each new day.”

Stop, and smell the roses.
Stop, and take a good look around.
Don’t hesitate, a world full of wonder
Abounds in each new day.”


9. Brand New Start
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

I need changes, looking at my ways
The man I’m facing, I’ve come to hate.
I’ve been living out my life in the dark,
Without hope of even finding a spark,
When I was younger I was
Chasing down stars,
But I lost my way, missed my mark-
I need a brand new start.

Days spent wondering down
By the willow trees;
The river’s rising, it’s so plain to see
That I’ve been living out my life in the dark,
The loneliness nearly drowned my heart.
I’ve packed my bags in the backseat of my car,
I’m gonna pay some dues, wander far-
And get a brand new start.

So many people live their lives,
(So I’ve heard them confess)
Abandoning ideals they once held
Oh, so close to their breast
But no, not me...

Yes, I’ve been living out my life in the dark,
Without hope of even finding a spark.
When I was younger I was
Chasing down stars,
Please don’t take it too hard-
I need a brand new start.


10. My Heart’s Arrow
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

He’s leaving today
On a five-forty plane,
For six months maybe more,
It’s so difficult to say.
He stares at the floor,
Takes his suitcase,
She opens the door;
One kiss for goodbye.
He’s got so much on his mind,
And so she reads beween the lines
To hear him say:

“My heart’s arrow is true,
Straight from me to you.
I’ll miss you more each day,
There are no words to say.
Oh, you must believe
I’m so helplessly in love with you,
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Without you.”

The taxi’s away.
She draws the curtain,
Stands lost in the shade.
And when he takes to the sky,
She feels the rumble of his flight
As it goes deep into the night,
Oh, to hear him say,

“My heart’s arrow is true,
Straight from me to you.
I’ll miss you more each day,
There are no words to say.
Oh, you must believe
I’m so helplessly in love with you,
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Without you.”

Her heart is reaching
For a summer’s night that’s now,
Oh, so long ago.
He said their love was like
The moon and the sun’s, that
His heart’s arrow would always be true.
But nature’s crooked,
And constants change;
She’s got this feeling
That he’s never coming back again...

“My heart’s arrow is true,
Straight from me to you.
I’ll miss you more each day,
There are no words to say.
Oh, you must believe
I’m so helplessly in love with you,
I don’t know what I’m gonna do
Without you.”


11. Fire
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

I have often heard it said
That you’d be better off dead,
If the war that’s coming came
And left you half alive.
Every sickness and disease
Would soon bring you to your knees;
You’d see children lost in ruin,
Blind men lost in woe.

Fire all around the mountain,
Fire all around the sea.
Think of stories that you’ve heard
About the Horseman and his herd
Riding from the northwest to Galilee.

A paler shade of death
With each and every breath,
Would soon take into your body,
Steal into your soul.
The hands of time will tell
At the tolling of Gabriel’s bell,
If you count among the chosen,
If you count among the damned.

Fire all around the mountain,
Fire all around the sea.
Think of stories that you’ve heard
About the Horseman and his herd
Riding from the northwest to Galilee,
Riding from the northwest to Galilee.


12. Early One Morning
(Music and Lyrics by Darrell Grant. ℗ & © 1994. All rights reserved. SOCAN.)

Early one morning when the sun didn’t rise,
A lady met a man with a fire in his eyes.
His face was scarred with the mark of Cain,
He was bound to wander the world in vain.

She held her breath and she closed her eyes,
And kissed the man with the fire in his eyes,
Her body burned in a golden flame,
Now she’s bound to wander the world in vain.


MUSICAL GUESTS

Oliver Schroer: Acoustic and five-string electric violin
Corey Thompson: Drums and percussion
Dan Brodbeck: Bass


OTHER IMPORTANT INFO

Recorded at dB Studios, London, Ontario, October 1994. Engineered and mixed by Dan Brodbeck.
Edited by Geoff Warder and Dan Brodbeck. Bed tracks engineered by Jon Weaver and Glenn Ingersoll at ASI
Studios, Fredericton, N.B., Spring 1994.

Illustration and design by Troy Cole.

Photo by Jacquie Anderson.


SAMPLE REVIEW of an enthusiastic Modabo fan:

"Anyone I show this album to completely falls in love with the enchanting tunes. No matter what your musical interests, I am sure you can enjoy the music of MODABO!"

Ryan, Fredericton, NB


SAMPLE REVIEW of an enthusiastic Modabo performance:

EAST COAST TRIO RISING FAST

Modabo’s catchy melodies and literate lyrics are winning fans
By Robert Reid (C) Kitchener-Waterloo Record, April 1998

Modabo is definitely a group on the rise.

When the Fredericton-based trio made its first appearance in Kitchener-Waterloo in 1996, 40 people showed up at a house concert sponsored by the Old Chestnuts Song Circle.

Last year, 80 people attended two house concerts over consecutive days.

This Saturday, more that 200 people had their socks blown off at a concert at Zion United Church.

The church’s Round Room has been temporary home to some fine concerts over the past couple of years including appearances by Garnet Rogers (who produced Modabo’s self-titled album) and Cate Friesen and Catherine Wheatley, as well as two appearances by Trilogy (Eileen McGann, Cathy Miller and David K.).

However, it’s a safe bet that the room never resonated with such richly textured harmonies and such intricately woven instrumental arrangements as it did Saturday night, thanks to Darrell Grant, Mike Doyle and Jon Weaver –known collectively as Modabo (the name originated from a CODCO skit, should anyone be curious).

Despite its two superb albums - the most recent of which, The Many and The One, was released late last year - the trio is building its reputation through the time-honoured method of knock-‘em-dead live performance.

Saturday’s concert was built on 21 songs delivered through two high-octane 70-minute sets. Encouraged by two standing ovations, the trio rewarded rabid fans with a double encore that lasted 20 minutes.

Most of the material consisted of songs penned by Grant from the trio’s two albums.

Simply stated, Grant is emerging as one of Canada’s most impressive songwriters. Although literate in an effortlessly sophisticated way, his lyrics are broadly accessible. His melodies are infectiously catchy and memorable.

It’s a tribute to both Miramichi artists to compare Grant to novelist David Adams Richards in the way both express universal truths through the particular experiences of ordinary people.

Grant has developed a highly personal guitar technique which combines percussive elements, alternative tunings and intricate fingerpicking, more expansive and more expressive Saturday night than it was a year ago.

Although Grant and Weaver both have good supportive voices, Doyle is the trio’s lead vocalist by virtue of the range, intensity and raw expressive power of his voice. Sweet and tender one minute, soulful the next and down and dirty a minute later, Doyle has the kind of voice that can be honed and polished, but it’s a natural gift to begin with.

Weaver acts as the trio’s David Crosby in the sense that he’s the glue that holds everything together, both in his vocals and in his instrumental work which includes guitar, Jethro Tull-inspired flute and percussion. (He also plays keyboards, which has yet to make its way into the trio in a major way.)

Modabo’s original material is first-rate, so the trio doesn’t have to rely on cover tunes. However, it still includes handful of carefully selected favourites that please fans, while allowing the guys to let their hair down and strut their stuff. They also give the original artists a run for their money in devising spine-tingling versions of pop classics. Look out Crosby, Stills and Nash, Marvin Gaye and the Bee Gees.

The trio’s rendition of Stan Rogers’ Northwest Passage is a different matter. First recorded by the trio on Remembering Stan Rogers: An East Coast Passage, the popular round has never sounded better.

With Doyle at the helm and with the kind of audience in attendance Saturday night, many of whom are used to raising their voices in song through the Old Chestnuts Song Circle, the experience was enough to bring tears to the eyes.

Jack Cole, the guiding light behind the song circle, who got the evening rolling with a couple of songs, suggested that Modabo will soon be too big for Kitchener-Waterloo.

We’ll just have to find a bigger hall the next time Grant, Doyle and Weaver sail through on their way to deeper waters.


BYE FOR NOW...

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Thanks for listening!

Darrell Grant

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