Jack Pine and The Fire

Jack Pine and The Fire

 Ottawa, Ontario, CAN
BandFolkRoots

Like the tree they're named for, Jack Pine and The Fire sprouts from the ashes to bring hard-hitting, dark and upbeat acoustic roots music. Stu's Dobro wails at the night, Andre's guitar sings like a seasoned gypsy, Gareth's voice cuts like a chainsaw while the drums and bass drive a solid beat.

Biography

The jack pine is not your average tree. It sheds its seeds within a pinecone, like other pines, but the cone itself remains sealed. It will only open under extreme heat - in a forest fire, for example - allowing it to drop its seeds and begin a new generation. The jack pine is a tree that needs disaster to keep growing; it thrives while everything around it dies.
Jack Pine and the Fire, the project of Ottawas Gareth Auden-Hole, evokes that very same feeling of finding direction in chaos. Stepping out of his usual role as an audio engineer and music producer, Auden-Hole let his songwriting skills and musicianship rise to the top for this notable debut, a self-titled effort and an outstanding collection of songs. The richness of roots music, the twang of old-time country, and the frantic energy of gritty rock are wrapped into a narrative, then hammered out by the band's talented fingers and stomping feet. There is nomadic soul-searching, insomnia-ridden doubt, homesickness, the discovery of inner wealth, and a lonely death under the weight of a broken heart. All the while, Gareths vocals, as sweet as they are raw and tattered, weave overtop of the story as the music pulls you deeper inside.
Still, there is hope in all this hard love as we are reminded in Gather, Bring out your dead, torn, and tarnished souls We won't win the war until our weapons fall. Such is the case with the resilient jack pine: sometimes, when the conditions are right, beauty can be found in decay.

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Jack Pine and The Fire is often hard to describe. It's clearly rooted in traditional folk and country music, but it's somehow heavier, more diverse, more real, more true. The bass growls, the drums hammer, the strings are sawn and bashed until broken, the vocals are raw, and the lyrics deep and thoughtful. And while all this raw energy being thrown around there's still an underlying skill and musicianship. They are fresh. They are a force to be reckoned with.

Lyrics

Home

Written By: Gareth Auden-Hole

The sun is fallin but the road stands firm
And I Never know what's comin round the next turn
These feet have taught me everything I've known
And These wheels keep turnin over every stone
My ma and pa were always good to me
But I thought that I had other places to see
It ain't like gypsies came and stole me awayf
But It's beena while since I'd a place to stay

I got a mind [I got a mind]
To go back home

All these restless nights begin to take their toll
And I can feel my wheels begin to slow their roll
All this runnin round ain't gonna make me whole
Maybe I should stand my ground and finally find my role
I got no regrets I'm on a winning streak
But a man is not a man but for the life he seeks
The road will never end and I know that for fact
But maybe I should find a place to leave leave my bags unpacked

I got a mind [I got a mind]
To go back home

I'd walk a mile In almost anyones shoes
Yeah, I get around and I have paid my dues
They say you judge a man by the company he keeps
Well I say don't go judgin til you've heard him speak

I got a mind [I got a mind]
To go back home

Lost In New Orleans

Written By: Gareth Auden-Hole

Well I went to the doctor,
The doctor said,
“What have you been doing to yourself?”
I said I'd been away,
and that I knew that if I'd stayed,
My heart, it would never ever last.

He said “It's good you came today,
Yeah, your heart is on it's way,
But it's not the only thing that's weighing down your health.
Your liver's growing mold
and your lungs are black as coal
and your brain makes you no smarter than an ass.”

[Chorus]
Cause I've been drinking since I left her,
I've been stoned since I left home,
Slept on the streets of New York City,
Lost it all in New Orleans.

Doc, don't you worry about my liver,
I can do without my lungs,
My brain ain't much to speak of
but won't you mend my broken heart

Then I went to the banker,
the banker said
“What have you been doing to yourself?
We know you've been away,
and that you just could not stay,
because you have been running out of cash.”

I said “Please Mister Banker,
Take pitty on me.
The doc says I've got problems with my health.
My liver's growing mold,
and my heart is growing cold,
and my lungs are getting sick from all the hash

[Chorus]

Then I went and found my wife,
First I'd seen her in ten years,
She said “What have you done to yourself?”
Well, I said I'd been away
and that I knew that if I'd stayed,
My heart, it could never last without her.

She said I'd left her life upended
and the only way she'd mended
is through the love of her new man and their three kids.
Well I knew right then I'd die,
although the doctors, they might try,
they'd never mend my ever broken heart.

[Chorus]

The Right

Written By: Gareth Auden-Hole

Everybody's fighting to be closer to God,
Steppin' in the same steps that their forefathers trod.
Maybe God can bring you peace, but who brings peace to him,
But when the whole world is killin' no one's ever gonna win.
Child sleeps, bullets runnin' past his head,
Waitin' for the day that one will strike his head.

He's thinkin "I'm gonna fight for what my father fought for,
And what his father fought for,
And what his father fought for.
And I'm gonna die for what my daddy died for,
And what his daddy died for,
And what his daddy died for,
And I'm gonna be right!"

Ain't no wrong to come from prayin' for a light to see,
But shed no blood except to scrape as you get down on your knees.
Well I've been sinnin' all my life and that's alright with me,
But I ain't ever had a life where I had to kill to believe.
Child sleeps, bullets runnin' past his bed,
Waitin for the day that one will strike his head

Everybody's fighting to be closer to God,
Steppin' in the same steps that their forefathers trod.
Maybe God can bring you peace, but who brings peace to him,
But when the whole world is killin' no one's ever gonna win.
Child sleeps, bullets runnin' past his head,
Waitin' for the day that one will strike his head.

He's thinkin "I'm gonna fight for what my father fought for,
And what his father fought for,
And what his father fought for.
And I'm gonna die for what my daddy died for,
And what his daddy died for,
And what his daddy died for,
And I'm gonna be right!"

I'm Gonna Be Right!

Cold Hearted Woman

Written By: Gareth Auden-Hole

Keep me warm, when the sun won't shine, I will brave the storm
If she keeps me warm, when the sun won't shine, I will brave the storm

Cold hearted woman's gonna dance on my grave
she's gonna sign me over to the devil in trade
for a life long lost at an innocent age

There's a chill runnin through me as I reach for her hand
then her weight passes to me, findin it hard to stand
then I'm fallin to the ground and I don't know where I'll land

Keep me warm...

I've been soaked and I've been seered by her tears and her flames
I've been choked and defeated by her guilt and her shame
if she'd cry me a river i could sail away

I've seen the ghosts that live inside her, they were starin me down,
as i sailed down that river they were prayin i'd drown
and i can't help but think that there's a better way

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keep me warm when the sun don't shine, I will brave the storm
If she keeps me warm when the sun don't shine, I can brave the storm
If she keeps me warm
If she keeps me warm