Adam Chaki

Adam Chaki

BandPop

Biography

Listening to Adam Chaki's "Snowcité", riding the gobstopper of surprising flavors and skillful style shifts, you begin to see how pop music can take on vocabulary from all over the world without affectation, without becoming soft and dreadful, without becoming a hippie pastiche.

There are moments when you can imagine Chaki in his teenage years, jumping onstage with a Jamaican dance hall band to replace an absent guitarist and then sticking around for two years. Or running out to
buy a Fela Kuti record the moment he first heard it, certain that his world had forever changed. Or blowing away top Congolese bands with his fluency in soukouss to the point where they chant his name as part of their song. Or raising the eyebrows of griot masters, rasta meditators and hip hop producers with not only the love of their music but the audacity to play it well.

This is American music, American pop music for the radio but made by someone who, like many other Americans, listened to Bob Marley since he was in diapers. And like many others of his generation, he is
yearning to see more diversity in today's popular music.

Chaki first let the world in on this vision in 2001 with the Audiogram release "No One Knows Where The Hell We Are" featuring the unforgettable song "Sonofabitch". After a rupture with his label, he
embarked on a journey to find the resources to produce what turns out to be an epic piece of work, "Snowcité". With no label and from even before its release, this love/hate letter to his hometown has managed attain an almost feverish, and perhaps more impressively, an organic buzz. The Montreal Gazette has picked it as one of the ten records to
look out for in 2007: "A warm,stylistically adventurous album that could pop the Montreal scene's indie-rock bubble" and being the pick
of the year of Ici : "An album, whose flavors are both old-school and modern, that charms our ears while
captivating us with its lyrics and urging us to shake our behind."

Now getting the live angle of his music ready, Adam Chaki will surely include in his line-up the stellar African bassist Paul Zebeyou and one of the album's brillant drummers. We can hardly wait.

Lyrics

Remember Yourself

Written By: Adam Chaki

Ringtones and hangovers
Baby this is not my world
Well I guess I'm not much fun
Dreaming of watching an ocean unfurl
Before my dying dance is done
Well they'll tear you down in stages
Running around with that uninspiring crew
Don't you know that soullessness is contagious
But I'm not trying to tell you what to do

Chorus
Just you remember yourself
Don't go throw her away
Don't harden up and close
Because you can't get it back again

With everybody playing such a dirty game
You'll have to walk in some humble shoes
Taking the credit and taking the credit and laying the blame
I know one way that you'll never lose
Sweet woman

Chorus

They say you can only ever play the hand that you are dealt
But I've been played by some nimble fingers
If you plan to end up a notch on some of those fancy little belts
Mind that they don't put you through their fancy ringer
Sweet woman

Chorus

Let's break up

Written By: Adam Chaki

Let’s break up baby while you're still turning heads
Let's break up while we still got the time
While your eyes are still black and your mouth is still red
Nobody's eyes will get much redder than mine

Let's break up so that your friends can all diss me
Promise you won't have to gnaw off a limb
Let us face it you're not going to miss me
When they tell you baby girl that you were too good for him

We could fulfill your mother's predictions
That you'd see me for the bitch that I am
I was not put on this earth to be your restriction
Why don't we hand you off to a better man

Here I am this glaring symbol of all your bad choices
I'm an ever-present mistake
I'm an Edsel will you look at all those Rolls-Royces
What do you say I give you a break?

I'm tired of watching you try to recall
All those things about me that you thought you could stand
Give me back my heart and kindly give me back my balls
And I'll give you back your cold little hand

Why are we waiting around for a second rising
Like a pigeon busy mourning a flattened mate
Well it might be a shame but it sure ain’t surprising
Might be too bad but it sure is not too late

Here I am this glaring symbol of all your bad choices
I'm an ever-present mistake
I'm an Edsel will you look at all those Rolls-Royces
What do you say I give you a break?

Let’s break up baby while you're still turning heads
Let's break up while we still got the time
While your eyes are still black and your mouth is still red
Nobody's eyes will get much redder than mine

Hard Man to Love

Written By: Adam Chaki

Why don’t you give me just a little something
Give me just a little something

Some people go so well together
As if all destiny were theirs
As if they'd been that way forever
As if there is nothing they don't share
Some people seem to fit like crazy
Snug as a driving glove
I know I know that I'm not easy
Looks like you've got yourself a hard man to love

Some people get to soar like falcons
Some people get to laugh like loons
I know people prettier than a raven
Singing nightingales' tunes
Some are strong like cassowaries
Some are as sweet as a milk-white dove
While some of us are just plain scary
Looks like you got yourself a hard man to love

Some people can't help but draw you near
Some people they can't help but pull you in
Some people are instantly dear
Some people are just born to win
And if they want to make them love you
I'm sure that it would not take more than a shove
Sorry dear but I am not one of them
Looks like you got yourself a hard man to love

Some people are made from a better clay
There is not a blemish on their hide
Fired and molded in a better way
Stroked and polished by the tide
Some people are so bloody perfect
You'd swear that they'd fallen from above
Me I just wish that I were better
I'm told that I'm a hard man to love

Give me just a little something
Give me just a little something

Discography

"No One Knows Where the Hell We Are" Audiogram, 2001