Theory of Your Life
Theory of Your Life is a collection of 11 original songs, sewn together by the theory that "dying is easy, comedy is hard." Let's think of dying as a kind of falling -- like leaves in autumn, like an angel from grace, like the mighty never do, like a shaky skater, a guilty thief, or an army deserter. Let's think of comedy as a kind of rising -- on a thin line, on an angel's invisible wings, on the glory of a Tin Pan Alley song, or the freedom of the road. Theory of Your Life documents these risings and fallings with empathy for, and insight into, our human frailty. We all live our lives according to some sort of theory; North finds the places and the states that we end up in as a result The Songs Skates "You run rings around my heart right in front of my face." Love and vulnerability. About a figure skater North once knew -- and married. This is one river you don't get to skate away on. Bobby Wiseman on accordion. Mighty Fall "Who cares, who cares if the mighty never fall?" An awesome, spittin' rap hidden in the guise of a (harmless?) folk song. Putting out the jargon, but all the big words can't hide what's real. Thin Line "We are held here by a thin, thin line." Memory, breath and other fragile bonds. The ones that hold the moon in the sky, connect the departed to the living, bring two lovers together, in the leaves that fall and fall. Prediction is Easy "We are all hoping to wake to a beautiful day." Sure we are, that's predictable. And we all know which way the wind is blowing. Maybe it's all too easy to listen to, and follow, your own predictions. The Ballad of Stephen Reid "I am the guilty man and the jury did agree." Inspired by the true story of a Vancouver bank robber. A guilty criminal wants to get it off his chest so he can sleep at night. One way or another, we're all thieves -- of time, money, love, or our own fleeting lives. Theory of My Life "When my sins get up and walk they're in the same skin that I'm in." Can't separate them from the sinner, even though we're told to love one and abominate the other. A down 'n' dirty blues with a killer guitar solo. Nice Jesus/Elvis joke in the first verse. You Make Me Blue "Nowhere to turn when I need somebody's help, except to you, who made me feel this way." A classic country weeper in 4/4 time. Timeless, gorgeous, inevitable. Listen for one of those lovely chord changes when he sings "I was okay before." Not now. Martin Skrzypczyk on slide guitar. Meticulous "I'll meet you on the moon." Now we can build a ship to get you there. Just fill in the cracks and measure out the days, or the stars. Check for another unexpected and captivating set of chords behind the extended "moon" sung in the chorus. Michael Johnston on piano. Leaving Buffalo "I'm still all for freedom no matter what you say." Based on the story of a hitchhiker North encountered. A pilgrim's progress from pillar to post, through the army, orchards, streets, factories and jails, ending up homeless. Don't feel sorry, though -- freedom is it's own reward, and we're all just passing through, anyway. Fallen Angel "I thought you were an angel whose wings were melted in the sun." Try to petition the lord with prayer, see what happens. Pursuing one holy breath before we're called to shuffle off this mortal coil. Ah, but the angels are all wingless here. Don Kerr on cello. Tin Pan Alley "There is a secret key in a Tin Pan Alley song." If the song you sing won't ever get to a radio, and it's growing faint anyway, you may as well sing it as strong as you can -- especially if you want it to rise above quiet voices and loud noise. Bob Wiseman on accordion, Michael Johnston on piano.