J.P. Mortier

J.P. Mortier

 Montréal, Quebec, CAN
BandRockSinger/Songwriter

J.P. Mortier is a singer-songwriter whose music could be the soundtrack to your next road trip. He is located somewhere east of Bowie, west of Leonard Cohen and 2 blocks down where Nick Cave and Pink Floyd meet.

Biography

J.P. Mortier is a singer-songwriter from Montreal with a penchant for the brutal and the delicate akin to a rocking Leonard Cohen or a Nick Cave with a conscience. Born in France and raised in Canada, JP Mortier's music is as much a product of different cultures as he.

His debut album, entitled “The English House”, came out in 2004 through Eclectra Records. This album was inspired by his busking days in the subways of Tokyo. In 2005, he performed at PopMontreal and crossed the ocean for gigs in southern France. His second CD, “Backpacker”, released in 2008 through Local Distribution, was inspired by his backpacking travels around the world. He toured across Canada in the spring of 09 in support of the album and noticed the growing student demographic of his audience. Fittingly, it received airplay on Canadian college radio. The self-titled third album in 2010-11 built on that foundation, extending his fan base with another Canadian tour, getting on charts such as CSCR in Toronto where the album went to number 2 and getting airplay on college radios in New England and New York. J.P.s fourth album was a collaboration with playwright Alain Mercieca. “The Only Bar” is the musical adaptation of the play of the same name combining the musical power and diversity unleashed by J.P. and his band and the acid lyrics from Alain's theatrical creation. Album number 5, “Songs of Love and Despair” was another step forward with an ambitious album about the many incarnations of love. It featured no less than 6 instrumentals and displayed the prowess of the peerless production of co-producer and mixer extraordinaire Bill Szawlowski. The album was supported by a coast to coast tour playing at least a show in every province.

A new album is in the works for 2017. Bill Szawlowski is back behind the soundboard as well as J.P.’s usual accomplices, Sylvain Auclair on bass and Chapman stick and Daniel Grégoire on drums and percussions. 

Lyrics

Bela Lugosi

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Hey, Bela Lugosi
Where have you been?
What have you been up to lately?
The days of monsters have come and gone.

There’s Henry Ford
Slavin’ on the assembly line
Wasted all day in the welfare line
Nostalgia’s nice but it has its price.

There’s too many people, too little jobs
So who will feed us educated slobs?
I’ve nothing to do
I was wondering what about you....

There’s Kennedy with F.D.R.
Wondering where Babe and the other sluggers are
Free agents roam
But they’ve got no home.

There’s too many people, too little time
Clean air for jobs is economic crime
Another tree falls
Feeding on the genocide.

There’s too many people, not enough space
So who will save this poor human race.
Once we all start to lose,
It’s time to change the rules.

© J.P.Mortier 2003

Like A Wave

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Smoothing voice ringing deep in my ears
Like a wave into the night.
Eyes so blue, her face appears
Like a wave into the night.

A warm front in the July night.
A distant flicker of the tv light.
Drowns me in desire and delight.
Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave.

She’s on the screen, just for me but she can’t be reached
Like a wave upon the beach.
Stranded like a castaway, drained and bleached
Like a wave upon the beach.

All you teen idols and beauty queens
From every page of fashion magazines.
You came on to me in my dreams.
Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave.

Bound to you, a slave to your siren song
Like a wave into the storm.
Passing through and receding to where you belong
Like a wave into the storm.

Wake up and there’s no one in sight.
Drowning in despair, a victim to her blight.
I plunge in an ocean as black as the night.
Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave.

All you teen idols and beauty queens
From every page of fashion magazines.
You came on to me in my dreams.
Like a wave, like a wave, like a wave.

© J.P.Mortier 2003

Dry Martini Parlor

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Out in the desert in '42
Down the Red Sea coast
There lies the dry martini parlor
Full of lepers and ghosts.

A violent moon reminds them
Of a long lost lover
Who had lost her innocence
Scorching every memory of her.

Days pass, the front line moves back and forth
A compass holds no meaning
To the scorpions left in the fort
In the endless days of a war
Fought out here and in every land
Allegiences are empty of meaning
Loyalty shifts like the desert sands
Like the desert sands.

As all dies around us
And all memories fade
Soon it will all mean nothing
With no one left to relate.

Except for the dreamers
Except for the fools
And all of the romantics
Who howl at the moon.

Days pass, the front line moves back and forth
A compass holds no meaning
To those scorpions left in the fort
In the endless days of a war
Fought out here and in every land
Allegiences are empty of meaning
Loyalty shifts like the desert sands
Like the desert sands.

© J.P.Mortier 2007

Superblack

Written By: J.P. Mortier

New world is on the way
Priests and killers pave the way
Everyday is judgement day

Superblack
In the name of God
Superblack
In the name of profit and fraud

Bandeirantes paint the bounderies
Blaze a trail of brutality
We live upon their legacies

Superblack
Country made of slaves and stones
Superblack
Roads built on blood and bones
Superblind
History won't write the wrongs
Superblack....

The colour of discovery is gold
Like in all the tales of old
History retold is all the future holds

Superblack
All over again
Superblack
Which lesson will you retain
Superblack
Where the forgotten will remain

© J.P.Mortier 2007

A Man Named Kennedy

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Hiding in the alley
Sneaking up behind me
This old man’s name was Kennedy.

That’s when he told me
« Whole world’s gone crazy »
Hiding in the concrete canopy.

He studied philosophy
Even held a degree
But he couldn’t find his place in society.

« It’s all truckers and roadies
Consumers and phonies
This ain’t no place for fantasy. »

« Everybody sees me
No one wants to hear me
Yet my mind roars so audibly. »

« They coat themselves in pity
Wearing clothes so pretty
They become like private property. »

The old man shook my hand
« No time to understand,
Son, the power lies in the land. »

Running from the alley
Looking back behind me
This old fucker’s name was Kennedy.

Kennedy, Kennedy.

© J.P.Mortier 2003

Shigoto

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Sean, Hamid and I
We walked through Mejiro’s lights.
To look for work
To this place we had heard.

A new job for the day now.
A new boss for the day now.
A new site for the day now.
4 a.m. towards the park.

For a handful of yen
We be construction men.
Suddenly from everywhere
They were there

An army in overalls now.
They made no sound at all now.
Like zombies enthralled now.
Converging to the park.

Vans arrived, recruiters abound
Spotted and selected like in a lost and found.
Off you go
Destination? I don’t know.

For some wall to paint now.
For some house to build now.
For some basement to pitch now.
A job fair in the park.

We stood alone the three of us
Not knowing what to do,
Who to ask.
No one came to us.
They just stared at us like the gaijins that we were,
Aimlessly trying to get hired.

Sunrise lights the avenue
From black to red to blue.
Crowd thinned out.
The vans rolled out.

We were left alone now.
Broke and unemployed now.
So we left for home now.
Not to return to the park now.

For some wall to paint now.
Some house to build now.
Some basement to pitch now.
It was a job fair in the park.

© J.P.Mortier 2003

California

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Sail away to California
Sail away to California
Where the girls don't ever seem to care
Where the girls don't ever seem to care.

Swim away to my utopia
Swim away to my utopia
And it seems as though I'm never there
And it seems as though I'm never there.

I don't want to be
I don't want to be
Without you.

I don't want to be
I don't want to be
Without you.

Sink away to my dementia
Sink away to my dementia
And it seems as I don't seem to mind
And it seems as I don't seem to mind.

I don't want to live
I don't want to live
Without you.

I don't want to live
I don't want to live
Without you.

I don't want to be
I don't want to be
Without you.

I don't want to be
I don't want to be
Without you.

Sail away to California
Sail away to California
Where the girls don't ever seem to care
Where the girls don't ever seem to care.

Swim away to my utopia
Sink away to my dementia.

Sail away, sail away.

©J.P.Mortier 2007

Blue Nile / White Nile

Written By: J.P. Mortier

See me
Friend to my sword
Obedient to my lord
My knives are shiny
And my teeth are long
And I am famished

For soon I shall be a martyr
And soon I shall be banished

You deaf man
There is no one to lick your wounds
No one to heal your soul
No virgins there to tend to you
No access to the garden
granted to the likes of you
To the fallen hero
Only death, death awaits you

Blind man
Lead your flock to the precipice
Send your young to die
In acts of war and cowardice
Gather all your prophets
To the junction of the schism
There will be retribution
For your lack of criticism

People
The vultures have preyed upon your kind
Neither east nor west
Should pull the veil upon your mind
Pay in blood pay in oil
Play with your souls
Keep your mind open
Or blind faith will swallow you whole

© J.P.Mortier 2007

The Traveler

Written By: J.P. Mortier

I've crossed a thousand miles
For a glimpse of your smile
To be with you for awhile
But I've never been there
I've never been there
I've never been there with you.

I've traveled around the world
To find this girl
Find my little pearl
But I’ve yet to find her
And should I find her
Would she follow me back home.

Of all the places here and afar
From Ueno to Zanzibar
I want to be in your arms
Find my destination
Amongst many nations
With no discrimination
Nor harm

I've crossed a thousand miles
For a glimpse of your smile
To be with you for awhile
But I've never been there
I've never been there
I've never been there with you.

© J.P.Mortier 2007

Something Solid

Written By: J.P. Mortier

You know and I know
Who we are, what we mean to each other.
Your cars, your furniture
It’s not part of your culture.
Your ads and tv shows,
None that you can grow on.
You know and I know
Your mind, your friends, your family,
It’s all that will ever be.

If you got to believe in someone,
Let it be someone you can trust.
And if you got to believe in something good,
Let it be..... something solid.......something solid.

You know and I know
In your grave,
Your bank account, it’s not gonna count.
There’s no jobs, no gods nowadays
Life after death? .....
Well, who can say?
You know and I know
All I have is you
All that you have is me.

If you got to believe in someone,
Let it be someone you can trust.
And if you got to believe in something good,
Let it be.... something solid.......something solid.

© J.P.Mortier 2003

I Can Love

Written By: J.P. Mortier

Message from the land to the sea to the sky
Missive from the brave to the slave to the shy

Once I was young
I believed I was strong
I was wrong

If I could feel, I could receive, I could give
If I could heel, I could believe, I could live
Hoping one day
I could love, love, love
Love, love, love

Sense all life’s worth
Like Lazarus from the earth
A rebirth

Know my role, learn my lines, play my part
Lift my soul, emotions realigned, free my heart
Find my destination, clear my path
Out to love, love, love
I can love, love, love

The more you know, the more you know
How much there is to know
The more you travel, the more you see
How far there is to go
If I find it, I will let you know
What is love, love, love
I can love, love, love

© J.P. Mortier 2014

Discography

LPs:
2012 : New album : The Only Bar : Release date : Sept. 6

2010 : J.P. Mortier ( eponymous )

2008 : Backpacker

2004 : The English House

Online distribution :
itunes
www.cdbaby.com

Set List

Typical set list includes songs all albums with an emphasis on the newest album. A couple of covers may creep in depending on the mood ranging from a Wille Dixon tune to Bob Marley to Dylan or whatever else I feel like playing...

Sets vary greatly in length from 15 minutes promo sets to multiple 45 minute sets.